33 comments/ 107092 views/ 4 favorites A Step Too Far By: angel_eyes5350 My husband was gone for the week and I was just too hot to stay home alone. I had tried the videos and various toys, but nothing seemed to work. I decided to take it upon myself to see what kind of action I could find. I took a long, hot shower to get myself in the mood. Now, what to wear. First my purple thong. Matching bra that is cut very low. You can se the brown of my nipples at the edge. I decided on a short, red leather miniskirt. Very low cut white blouse. Top it off with my three inch stiletto heels. Now I’m set. Just need to pack my bag just in case. I am thirty-seven, but can still pass for thirty. I am 5’6” and 125. 38d-24-33 to be specific. I have thick, muscular thighs and a nice round ass. I have brown hair down the middle of my back and blue eyes. I run thirty miles a week and take high-impact aerobics four days a week. I am still in very good shape, if I do say so. I know guys like to look at me and I encourage it whenever I can. Love to bend over so they can see down my top, or up my skirt. It gets me as hot as it does them. Now I am dressed. Where to go? I decide on somewhere quiet and out of the way. Somewhere I can talk. I walk into the bar and it is only about a third full. It is still early. I grab a table and order a drink – a beer and a shot of tequila. I may need it to get my courage up. I doesn’t take long before a guy joins me. He is large. About 6’2”. Over 200 pounds. Has that rugged look. Hasn’t shaved today. Casually dressed. He is clearly younger than me, but that is ok. He introduces himself. “Hi, I’m Richard. And you are?” “Pleased to meet you,” and smile at him. He is sitting next to me. Very close. He offers to buy me another drink and I accept. We toast each other before slamming our shots. I was feeling very warm. We talked for a while, very casual. Not giving him too much information. I rubbed my leg up against his. Slowly, sensuously. Let my hand rest on his arm. Leaned into him, my breasts pressing against him. We had a few more drinks. My head was starting to swim. He was trying to get me drunk, and I was trying to let him. I got up to go to the restroom. I know he was staring at my ass as I walked away. I shook it just a little extra for him. I was loving it. I came back staring into his eyes the whole way across the room. My body swaying from the tequila. I knew other guys were watching me, but I had eyes only for him. When I got to him, I placed my arm around his shoulder, leaned in and kissed him deep, my tongue diving down his throat. I could tell by his reaction I caught him off guard. I smiled at him. “You want to get out of here?” He just nodded. “My place or yours?” He said he lived close. We got up and he helped me as I staggered to the door. I gave him my keys and I slid into the passenger seat. He only lived about five minutes away. That is good, because I could not wait long. The whole way there I rubbed his cock, licked and bit his ear. He rubbed his hand up my thigh. I could have fucked him right there in the car. We staggered to his apartment, kissing and groping the entire way. Once inside, I told him there were some rules. Could he handle it. He smiled dumbly. I smiled and reached into my bag. I pulled out a mask. It was a face, but it was entirely white. It had the features of a man, but no color at all. I put in on him softly. I told him he was not to speak unless I told him he could. I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. I told him to undress while I watched. He peeled his shirt off. He had a well muscled chest. Very hot. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the ground. The front of his boxers were tenting out. He hooked his fingers into the band and pulled them down. His cock sprang out. It had to be over nine inches. And very thick. He stood before me, his hard muscled body contrasted by the expressionless mask. It was somewhat surreal. I sighed and told him to sit. He obliged. I stood about three feet from him. I peeled my blouse over my head, dropping it at his feet. Then my skirt, falling around my ankles. I seductively stepped out. I rubbed my hands slowly over my body as he watched. I could hear his breathing getting faster. I reached the clasp in the front of my bra. I slowly unclasped it, teasing him. I stood before him, my nipples rock hard. My nipples are pierced and have gold rings in them. “More?” I asked. He just nodded. Good. He remembers the rules. I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and peeled my panties over my legs. I was now before him naked. My pussy is shaved close, a thin line of soft, silky hair. I have a tattoo of a dolphin on the left side. I have my pussy pierced at the top with a gold ring in it. He started to reach out, but I told him to be patient. I went to my bag again and pulled out two pieces of rope. I went back to him and told him to tie my wrists. He tied one end around each wrist. I held out my hand to help him stand. I lay down on the bed on my stomach, my hands behind me. I bent my legs, and I told him to tie the other end to my ankles. I could feel his soft hands on my legs. He started to tie it. “Be firm,” I told him. “Make sure I can’t get loose.” He pulled tight. Could feel my arms pulled behind me, my legs pulled up tight. This was good. I told him to pull my head to the edge of the bed. Now, get my bag. Get the camera and set it up. He took the camera to the table and pointed it at the bed. I could see the red light come on. He came back to me. “Fuck my face.” He slid his cock to my lips. I kissed it softly, licking the tip. I licked down the shaft. He grabbed the back of my head. “Rougher,” I told him. He grabbed my head with both hands and rammed his cock into my mouth. I was sucking him rough. Biting him. Scraping him with my teeth. He was humping my face. I had him buried down my throat. I could tell by his breathing, he was close. I pulled away, teasing him with my tongue. “Fuck my mouth. Be a man. Use me, come on my face.” He grabbed me forcefully again and stuck his cock in deep. I sucked him hard. It was wild looking up into that expressionless face, yet hearing the fast breathing, feeling the hands rough on my head. He was humping my face, moaning. I was moaning around his cock. Finally, he pulled back, coming all over my face. He exploded several times, coating my face. He rubbed his cock all over my face, in my hair. I took him back into my mouth, cleaning him up. Ensuring I got every drop. He stepped back and I smiled. “Like that?” He nodded. “Now what you want?” He hesitated, then stepped behind me. He came back to front. He had a pillow case. He placed it over my head so I could not see anything. I could hear him shuffling around, wondering what he was doing. He came back to me. I felt something cold touch my skin. Then I felt the bite on my nipples. He had found the nipple clamps in my bag. He tightened them down hard. I gasped as they tightened on each nipple. I heard him leave the room. Silence. I thought I heard the front door, but couldn’t be sure. I lay there alone. My arms were killing me. My nipples hurt like hell. If I lifted my legs, I got a little reprieve, but then my hips started hurting. The pain was intense. I don’t know how long I lay there before I heard him come back. I felt him climb on the bed behind me. He lifted me up and placed two pillows under my hips so my ass was high in the air. I felt his hands on my ass. I sighed softly. I felt him rubbing oil into my ass. I moaned softly for him to continue. As he rubbed my ass with one hand, I felt a finger penetrate my ass. It caught me by surprise, but I liked it. I moaned and told him to keep going. He slowly fucked my ass. I started rocking my ass back against his hand. One finger became two, then three. I was rocking hard now. Moaning for more. He pulled his fingers out and I cried out to not stop. He grabbed my hips with both hands. I could felt him press against me. The tip of his cock touched my ass. I gasped and relaxed. He started to penetrate. He went slowly. I could feel his huge cock filling me. Finally, he was buried. “Fuck me,” I begged. He started going faster. He slapped my ass as he went. I was rocking my ass back against him, trying to get all I could. I was screaming out for more. He made me come so hard. I collapsed forward. “Please, don’t stop.” He did stop. I felt him lean over to the side a bit. What was he doing? Then I felt another hand on my ass. My god, what was happening? I felt another body pressed against me. Another cock against my ass. They could be thinking this, could they? Yes. I felt the second cock start to press into my already full ass. Oh, no. I can’t take this. I told them to stop. Demanded it. They said nothing. I felt the second cock start to penetrate. God, it hurt. I felt like I was being split apart. He just kept pushing until he was all in. They stopped for a moment, gave me a chance to get my breath. My chest was heaving from the strain. Begging them to stop. One started to pull out. When he was almost out, he started back in while the other pulled back. They worked in perfect rhythm fucking my ass. I was starting to warm to it. My ass was rocking against them. One of them reached beneath me. I felt something cold penetrate my pussy. I was not sure, but I think it was a bottle. He fucked me with it while they continued to fuck my ass. It was too much. I started screaming for them to fuck me. Now I was begging them to keep going. I truly could not get enough. It seemed like I had one, long rolling orgasm. I thought I would pass out. Now I felt the pillow case being lifted from my head. The bright light hurt my eyes. I saw someone standing before me. He was naked with his cock before me. He was now wearing the mask. I eagerly took him deep down my throat. It was so bizarre to have three guys fucking me without making a sound. They were all dead quiet like I asked. The only sound in the room was my moaning and screaming, and their rapid breathing. I continued to satisfy them all, wanting to make them come like I had. The one in my mouth started to tense. I knew he was close. He pulled away and came all over my face. Long strings of come everywhere. I licked off what I could. He pulled away and went behind me. I felt one pull out of my ass. I hated it to go. He came to the front. He was now wearing the mask. He stuck his cock that had just been in my ass in my mouth. I couldn’t help but suck it. I was so horny I would do anything. He heated up quick and also exploded on my face. My face was coated, and I wanted more. I told the one still in my ass to come to the front. He stood before me stroking his cock. I felt him unload on my face, to. I collapsed on my side, my arms and legs in agony. I soon passed out from the pain and the tequila. I woke up in my driveway the next morning. I was naked. My clothes were lying on the seat. My face was covered with dried come. I wasn’t sure how I had let this happen, but knew if the opportunity came up, would do it again. A Step Too Far Angela waited on her knees. When she had arrived she gone straight to Mistress's bedroom to prepare herself and, by now, she was more than trained enough to know what that meant. Firstly she had stripped naked, leaving her clothes neatly folded on a chair. Then she had fitted for herself the ankle cuffs with their short connecting chain and the wrist cuffs which, once clipped together, held her arms behind her back. Now she knelt in the proscribed position, facing the door with her knees wide apart and her head held high, waiting for her Mistress. It was nearly a year since she had first met Mistress, a year of being gently guided, moulded, until it was quite normal for her to be waiting like this. When she had first moved into the neighbourhood, devastated by her divorce and struggling with the emotional fall out of caring for Jackie, her eighteen year old daughter, Mistress, or simply Caroline as she had been know then, had been all kindness, a rock, a real support in a very trying time. More and more she had come to depend on her and, when, during a rather drunken 'I hate men' session, Caroline had given her a cuddle it had turned into something else and months, no years, of suppressed sexual tension had all come out at once. Although Angela was, at first, rather ashamed of, as she put it, acting like some sort of bitch in heat, Caroline reassured her that it was fine, there was nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to be scared of and how could something that felt so good be so bad? Reluctantly at first Angela agreed that it had felt good and, far more than the physical pleasure, after having been so lonely, so insecure, so emotionally battered by the divorce and all that surrounded it she was deeply grateful to relax in the security of someone else's arms, to be taken, held, cuddled and cared for and, for the first time in ages, Angela was finding real peace as she lay in Caroline's bed. There she could forget all the cares, all the responsibilities and be a little girl again, safe in her mothers, no, her lovers, arms. And then, in the passion of a particularly heated session Caroline had held her down and smacked her, not hard, well, not by today's standards, and Angela had been amazed at her own reaction. Caroline had touched a nerve within her, a nerve she didn't know she had and far from flinching from the pain she wanted, no needed more. The little girl inside her was a naughty little girl and needed a mother's chastisement to make everything right. Caroline had suggested that they should try some 'role play games' and, for the very first time, Angela had called her 'Mistress'. At first there had been little flickers of resistance but Caroline was so gently insistent that spankings soon became a regular part of their sessions together; indeed, more and more they became the entirety of their sessions together. The niggles inside Angela were put aside as, increasingly, she craved the inner peace that came as, shrugging the burdens of life aside, she entered the simple world of servitude where her only task was to obey. Caroline, or rather Mistress, slowly upped the ante and started insisting that Angela refer to herself as 'slut-slave' and that, as part of their sessions, she had to confess her 'sins', imagined or real, and always in the foulest possible language. Angela was not used to swearing and using the 'c' word was hard for her but, somehow, there was something deeply cathartic about being forced to do this and when 'slut-slave' described her 'juicy aching cunt' she wasn't lying, however much she had to force the words out. And then, came the day, the day she had first been collared. As ever she had been naked and on her knees when Mistress had fitted round her neck the heavy leather collar and told her that she had graduated, she had made the grade, from then on, she was no longer free, she was Mistress's sole possession, her true slave, her property and that, in future, slut-slave's will would be completely subjugated to her Mistress. They had gone back to Angela's house and Mistress had ransacked Angela's wardrobe removing anything she deemed 'unsuitable'. Angela had watched, horrified, as all her underwear and a good proportion of her clothing was bundled into black bin bags and taken to the local tip. Part of her still wanted to say 'no', to protest but she was scared, scared that should she fail Mistress she would be rejected as unworthy and that she could not bear. But it wasn't just fear of rejection which kept her coming back for more. There was a part of her, deep, deep inside, which only Mistress seemed to see. As she debased herself, as she grovelled before her Mistress, as the paddle, or the riding crop struck her buttocks or her breasts, through all these things which should have repelled her she couldn't help herself from wanting more. Despite the pain, despite the humiliations, there were buttons inside her that only Mistress knew how to push and, when a session was over, as she took herself home, bruised, battered and exhausted she was also sated in way she'd never known existed. ****** And now, today, Mistress had sent a text demanding that she be there ready and waiting. She'd let herself in and, as so many times before, prepared herself, readied herself to be used in whatever way Mistress asked. At last the door opened, Mistress approached, the wait was over. "There you are slut-slave, back for more, I see." Mistress said with a light laugh. "Of course, Mistress, this slut-slave is yours, this slut-slave lives only to serve you." Angela replied. "How sweet. Now I have a special treat for you today, but only if you're truly obedient, only if you do exactly what I say. Is that understood?" "slut-slave understands, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." Angela replied. "Now let's finish getting you dressed." Mistress went to her bedside table and brought out the collar, returning to stand in front of the kneeling Angela. "What do you say?" "Please, Mistress, this slut-slave begs to be allowed to wear the collar, this slut-slave begs to be allowed to serve." The need, the longing in Angela's voice wasn't feigned. She didn't know what she would do if Mistress ever said no. Mistress leant forward and fastened the heavy collar around Angela's neck, fastening the twin padlocks that held it tight. At three inches wide the collar meant that Angela had to hold her head up and it reinforced Mistress's constant demand for a perfect posture. "Tonight, tonight will be easier if you don't think too much. I'm going to blindfold you and take you to the playroom. If you just do as you're told it will be fine." Mistress went back to her bedside draw and returned with a blindfold and leash. The blindfold was leather with Velcro fastenings and soft padding over the eyes and, once fitted Angela was in complete darkness. Then the leash was attached to the collar and Angela was ordered to stand. With her feet hobbled it was hard keeping up with Mistress as she was led through the house but she had learnt the small precise steps necessary and they were soon at the playroom door. "Remember, slut-slave, try not to think too much, just do as you're told." Mistress said gently before opening the door and leading her through. Angela was amazed to hear a muffled gasp. There was someone else in the room, someone who was, by the sounds of things, very upset and wearing a gag. "I've brought you to meet dirt-bag, one of my other slaves." Mistress said. "What? Did you think you were the only one? Now kneel down." Angela's head was reeling. She had never for a moment considered the possibility that Mistress might have other slaves. Was she jealous? Of course she was. Mistress's instructions not to think ran through her mind. She had to calm down, she had to show she was worthy, she had to show that she could be a better slave, more obedient, more compliant, more willing than this interloper. "Now then, slut-slave, why don't you tell dirt-bag just what you are?" Mistress suggested. "I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I'm a harlot. I am not worthy to lick Mistress's boots" Angela began. This was a litany she knew by heart. "I'm a bitch in heat, driven by my animal need to satisfy my putrid cunt, my filthy lusts, my sick perverted desires. I am forever grateful to Mistress for showing me what I am and I love my Mistress for allowing me to serve her, allowing me within her gracious presence." "Very good, slut-slave. Do you see, dirt-bag, do you see what a foul degenerate this slut-slave is. She's good for nothing, nothing at all." Mistress said. "But you're just as bad, aren't you, dirt-bag." Mistress continued. "Your cunt drips with need as well. You're just the same, just as horny. Now, slut-slave," Mistress turned her attention back to Angela. "Why don't you find out just how much dirt-bag's cunt is dripping with her foul juices." This tirade of invective, this torrent of abuse, worked to fuel the desire between Angela's thighs and, almost in a dream, she shuffled across the floor guided by Mistress until she felt her face bump against dirt-bag's body presumably fastened to the St Andrew's cross that was part of the playroom "furniture". The strong smell of an aroused woman greeted her and, as Mistress pushed her forward, she knew she was settling between widespread thighs and as her lips touched flesh she realised she had ended up with her face directly over dirt-bag's shaven pubic mound. For some reason dirt-bag seemed distressed by this and little mews of frustration escaped the gag as she tried to twist her body away but, as Angela knew only too well, once the straps were fastened there was little room for movement on the cross. "Go on, slut-slave." Urged Mistress. You know what to do. Let's see just how much dirt-bag likes having her cunt licked out by a degenerate like you." Angela probed with her tongue and searched out the folds of dirt-bag's sex and, despite the struggling managed to ease them apart. It was quite an effort to stay with dirt-bag as she writhed about but Angela managed and, in the fullness of time, she was rewarded as dirt-bag's body finally responded. Whatever reason dirt-bag might have for her reticence her body was flesh and blood as Angela's busy tongue worked it's magic she could feel dirt-bag's clitoris swelling beneath it. Angela had been well trained by Mistress and it wasn't long before she could sense that dirt-bag, however unwillingly, was reaching her first climax. "Don't stop, don't stop until I say so." Angela heard Mistress order and, keeping a regular flick, flick, flick Angela worked away as time and time again dirt-bag responded until, with a massive shudder, and a cry which even the best of gags couldn't suppress, dirt-bag came one last time, her body going rigid before collapsing, hanging limply against the bonds that held her. "There, wasn't that fun." Mistress said gaily as she used the leash to pull Angela back and away from dirt-bag. "Now, let's get this blindfold off you." Mistress undid the Velcro fastenings and pulled the blindfold away. Angela blinked in the light and, as sight returned she could see the spread eagled body of dirt-bag before her. A sudden sense of dread gripped her and her stomach gave a lurch; surely this could not be, surely Mistress wouldn't... "Look at the pair of you, my pathetic little slaves, so desperate to please their Mistress, they'll do anything I order, anything at all. Well get used to it." Mistress's voice was suddenly harsh, demanding. "You're mine to do with as I wish, with no limits, no excuses and whether you like it or not is of no consequence whatsoever." With Mistress's laughter ringing in her ears Angela leant back and looked up, up past the stomach, up past the breasts and up, straight up, up into the distraught and tear stained face of her daughter, Jackie. A Step Too Far "Honey, why don't you wear your pink bikini?" Mark watching Julie pick out her clothes for their trip to the beach. "Oh, it's far too revealing. I'd be very embarrassed in front of Dan!" The two of them were a week into their honeymoon. Dan was a friend of Mark's from high school who happened to be flying through the tropical islands on business, and the three of them had arranged to spend the afternoon before he flew back to the mainland in the evening. "I want to show you off, babe. Let him get an eyeful. After seeing you in that small bikini, I know Dan will be green with envy." "Oh, all right." Julie was flattered her husband was proud of her body but she blushed at the thought of wearing something a little slutty in front of a person she had only met once or twice before. Mark smiled. He was very much in love with his beautiful new bride. He knew that Julie was naturally very submissive - she always did whatever he asked after a little bit of insistence. She had a very traditional upbringing, growing up in rural South Korea, and perhaps because of the mores of her family, Julie always took the attitude that it was her responsibility to make sure Mark was happy. . Mark did want to be envied by Dan. While the two had been good friends, they were also competitors, always trying out for the same positions in sports teams and often courting the same girls. Dan usually had the upper hand in the past, but now Mark had landed a girl Dan would be very jealous of. If only there was some way to arrange for Dan to see Julie topless, he wondered. Julie's breasts were perfect, large and pert, and Dan would die of jealousy after seeing them. Mark found himself having a sudden hard on. ------------------------------------------------------------------ The bikini was indeed skimpy. Walking to the beach, Dan found that he had to use all his willpower to avoid staring at Julie's cleavage. He wondered if Mark and Julie noticed his repeated sidelong glances. Julie looked stunning. For an Asian girl she had improbably large breasts, Dan reflected. He knew from conversations with Mark that she was a bit of gym junkie, and her toned legs and shapely ass reflected that. The beach itself seemed deserted. They spread out some towels and chatted aimlessly, mostly Mark and Dan talking about common acquaintances. Julie felt herself zoning off. She pulled out some sunscreen and starting rubbing it on her. "Let me help you with that, honey," Mark said and squatted behind her. to Dan's great surprise, as she held her hand outstretched handing him the bottle, Mark untied her bikini in one swift motion. "There's no one around here, and you don't mind Dan, do you dear?" he asked as he pulled it off. Julie looked stunned. Her hands immediately went to cover her breasts and she looked at Mark with alarm. He looked back. They stared at each other for a few moments before Julie said "Guess not" in a resigned tone of voice. She gave Dan an embarrassed smile. Mark gently pushed her hands off her breasts, took the sunscreen bottle, and began to rub the lotion all over her chest. Dan could hardly believe his luck. He recalled seeing Julie and Mark together at their wedding only a few weeks before. Julie was looking graceful and in her elegant white gown. The happy couple seemed genuinely elated to be with each other. He went home and wanked off that night thinking of having his way with the lovely Asian bride. Now she was on display, topless before him. "You're a very lucky man, Mark. You've got yourself a very sexy wife." Mark smiled as Julie blushed. "You're damn right, I do," he said, ceasing to rub his wife's body and sitting down nearby. He took his wife's top with him so that Julie had no choice but to keep sitting bare breasted.. "I hope you don't mind me saying so Julie," Dan turned now to the wife, "but you've got an amazing body." "Thank you Dan," Julie replied, lowering her eyes shyly. "Do you mind if I touch them?" Julie looked up at him in shock. She was speechless for a few moments and was just about to reply indignantly when she heard her husband say "Go for it, buddy." Dan didn't ask again. He swiftly moved to sit close to Julie, who was looking at her husband with a shocked look on her face, and took her left nipple into his mouth. All of a sudden, Mark began feeling uncomfortable with the way things were going. He had engineered all this, but he thought Dan would grope Julie a little bit and they'd call it a day. He wanted his wife to tease his friend, nothing more. But Dan's mouth on Julie's nipples was taking it a step too far. Should he put a stop to it? He hesitated. He had a raging erection. Meanwhile, Julie groaned visibly as Dan moved his mouth to her other nipple. She was very humiliated to be stripped topless by her husband and shown to off to a man she barely knew. Now Dan was diligently nibbling at her breasts, and even though she didn't want this to happen - she wasn't quite sure what the hell was happening even - Dan's work was having an effect. She loved having her nipples licked and played with, and Dan's tongue was swirling over one as his hand was playfully twisting the other. God, she was so wet. Mark's erection was becoming painful now. Did he want this to happen? Should he tell Dan to stop? He couldn't seem to think straight. I guess its okay if Dan plays with her tits, he decided, but no more. He pulled out his cock and started masturbating. Julie's moans seemed to have an edge of frustration to them, Dan thought. She was clearly very turned on, but she needed more. He needed to make his next move. He stopped licking her nipples and looked her in the eyes. She looked back at him with barely contained lust. He leaned forward and put his lips against hers, his tongue swirling in her mouth. His hand found her bikini bottoms and pulled them to the side and he slid a couple of fingers into her. She was very wet indeed. Julie felt a strange mixture of passion and guilt. Dan's fingers gave her so much pleasure and she felt powerless to stop him. Why didn't her husband say something? He must have wanted this happen, she decided. He won't mind, then, if I kiss Dan just the way I want to, she told herself. Watching his wife make out with another man was still more uncomfortable for Mark, but he was too close to an orgasm to do anything about it. He needed to come first. He would stop them in a second. Meanwhile, he just stroked his cock faster as he watched his wife squirm. This is the critical moment, Dan decided. If he asked Mark for permission to take things further, he might not get it. So he wasn't going to ask. He drew away from Julie, gently turned her to her side and, with his hand quickly pulling down her pink bikini bottom to her knees, slid his cock into her. Julie gasped as Dan's dick penetrated her. She was looking Mark in the eyes as it happened, and Mark saw the mix of pain and pleasure on her face. Mark himself couldn't believe this was happening. His wife was being fucked right in front of him. He found that he had never been more turned on in his life. He had to stop the whole thing, he knew that, but he said nothing; he needed some relief; instead he went over to his lovely Asian wife, squatted in front of her face, and gently guided her mouth to his cock. Both men fucked her together now, Dan thrusting from behind and Mark face-fucking her. Julie felt like a whore. She had never thought of herself as the girl to do this sort of thing, but here she was. But wasn't she pleasing her husband? Doing what he wanted her to do? That couldn't be bad, could it? Neither Mark nor Dan could last long. After a few minutes, Dan started pumping into her really fast and she felt a stream of his come splashing into her. Moments later, her husband groaned, pulled out his cock, and shot his load all over her face and breasts. Dan looked around. Fortunately, the beach was still deserted. "I hope you guys use birth control," Dan said as he pulled his trunks on. Mark and Julie looked at each other. "Actually," Julie said, wiping her husbands semen off her body - some of it had leaked down to her breasts - "I didn't bring my pills with me, so I haven't been taking them. We'll have to take a chance on this one." This wasn't true, but she wanted to punish her husband for his role in making this happen. Dan nodded. "Well buddy," he turned to Mark, "Thanks a bunch for letting me fuck your wife." Mark still couldn't believe this happened. "You're welcome?" was all he could think to reply.