23 comments/ 133183 views/ 35 favorites A Wife Submits By: Isaac00 1 "Spread your legs." The man said as he came into the room. A sense of relief washed over me and I complied with his request. The worst part wasn't the men, wasn't having them on top of me, inside me, or even the filthy things they said. The worst was waiting in that black room for the next one to come in. I could have left, just walked out. I could have, but then I would have had to walk through the house, walk through that room full of men. I was too ashamed to do that. Somehow it was easier to stay. But the waiting was unbearable. Lying on those sheets drenched in my sweat and theirs, feeling our combined fluids leaking from me and becoming cold in a wet stain under my ass. It was the shame though, the shame that leapt from the dark, seemed to rip a tear in the blackness and flow into the room, into me, it was that shame that made me welcome anyone who would open my door and distract me from it. The shame arose from allowing myself to end up here, from cheating on my husband again, but mostly it came from how my body, how I, was reacting each time the door opened, each time a new man entered the room, entered my mind with his awful words and entered me with his dirty demanding prick. 2 After my husband found out that I cheated on him he treated me differently, colder. It tore me apart that I had hurt him, and that now he couldn't open up to me. I felt embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior. 3 The first time was at my high school reunion, my twenty year. The party was at Joe Yaver's house, a guy in our class who had turned out fairly successful and also happened to be partner's with my husband Will. Joe had met my husband not long after he started his business. Will isn't from around here but moved here with me after college at U Conn. Will had hired Joe to handle sales. My husband isn't really good at sales, at least he says so, but apparently Joe is a wizard. I can understand why, Joe just has this way about him. He seems like a really nice guy but he has this way of making you feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. It's like I feel naked around him. It feels kind of skeevy but also sexy. And I know it's not just because of our past, other women have made similar comments to me. Apparently men just feel at ease with him, like old friends. Eventually Joe asked to be partner's in the business, he said he'd quit otherwise. Will made him partner, he said he'd lose half his clients without Joe anyway. The reunion was winding down and I had decided it was time to go home. I had had a couple, but I don't drink like I used to and I had to drive. I said my goodbyes and was heading toward my car when Joe called out to me from the front deck of his house. Everyone that was still there was hanging out on the back deck. "Erica." He said. "I've some papers that Will needs, come to my office for a sec and I'll give em to you." "Can't you give them to Will yourself on Monday." "Come on Erica it'll just take a second." "Shit" I muttered under my breath, but I turned around and headed back towards the house where Joe was waiting on the front deck. "Thanks Erica, it'll be quick. I swear." "It's OK". I said politely and followed him as he held the door open for me and then followed me into the house. I felt his gaze on me as I led the way up the stairs to his office. As the noise of the party drifted away I could hear his footsteps following me down the long upstairs hall. The hairs on the back of my neck rose. I had to subdue the urge to run. That familiar feeling was back. I felt like I was just wearing only my heels. My gate faltered a little as this vision flashed through my mind. I saw myself through his eyes my long brown hair swaying back and forth on my exposed back, instead of my modestly cut summer dress. My bottom and my naked vagina peeking out and back at him as I walked. I shook these thoughts aside, "Just get the papers." I thought as I turned into his swanky and immaculately clean home office. Hardwood floors, bookshelves, a brown leather couch, big screen TV., executive desk, and large windows facing west towards the water that now only showed black in the well lit room. "Where are they?" I said, impatience in my voice." "On the desk" he said, coming in behind me. The desk was L shaped and there was one folder on the far side. There was nothing else on the desk save an LCD monitor. No mouse, keyboard or even a picture. Rather than walk around, I leantover the desk and reached for the folder. As I did I felt Joe come up on my left and then I felt his hand on the back of my neck. Instantly I tried to stand up, but he had all the leverage. He pushed my face down toward the desk and I was pressed to it from my hips up. His hold was strong but not violent or unyielding. "What the fuck Joe" I said, amazed that I didn't sound scared, didn't feel scared. Looking back I think it was the way he held me there. Just enough pressure so that I couldn't move, but not enough to hurt me. "You going to spank me?" I said. A hint of laughter in my voice. Oddly I didn't want to make a scene. I felt an instant urge to keep things light. Strange thoughts went through my head about awkwardness at business parties, what Will said about how much of our affluence had to do with Joe's ability to sell. Strange things that shouldn't at all have been a consideration at this moment. "Erica," he said with a calm and a nonchalance that made it seem like we were having tea, "Did you ever tell Will that we dated in High school." "No". I said. Feeling the need to explain myself, but not feeling quite comfortable with my answer. Joe never asked about my previous partners, that was part of it, sure. But also it always seemed like a non-sequitar. Like what, Hunny I hired Joe Yaver to run sales for me, and I say, Oh that's interesting Will I fucked in High school. But as time went on I knew I should have told him something, but I never did. Joe watched my face which was turned toward him and pressed against the desk. He watched and waited while this explanation went through my head. But, "No," was all I said and time stretched out. I began to feel uncomfortable with the silence. Odd given our situation but that's how I felt. Joe on the other hand still emanated a calm presence. I couldn't see his face, but I pictured him with an easy look and maybe a cup of tea. I knew he was waiting for me to explain. "I just haven't that's all." "Is it because of the things you did back then Erica." 4 Joe and I hooked up at the end of my senior year and we only dated for the summer prior to me leaving for college. Which was a good thing because I was allowing myself to get carried away by the time I packed off to college. Because Joe made me kind of anxious and at the same time made me feel sexy I tended to do what he wanted. He had me all over town that summer, in his car, my parents bed, at the park, in the bathroom of a restaurant, any where he wanted, any where he asked. And that wasn't all. In the last two weeks before I left he started showing me off. I flashed men in other cars, in the supermarket, at the bowling alley, and even some of his friends. I showed Jim Hanson my vagina while riding in the back of Joe's car. Joe told me to so I did. Jim turned around and gawked at my exposed pussy, while Joe eyed me in the rear view mirror. I never looked at Jim while I had my pants down. I just stared at Joe in the mirror. Joe wasn't looking at my pussy either but right into my eyes. Then while looking at me he said. "Put your fingers in her." My face was hot already from the shame, but I was turned on. I probably only had my pants down for a couple minutes before Joe told him to finger me, but I was soaking. I little drip of my juice had seeped out and I can still remember feeling it running down towards my ass. I was so humiliated by my arousal, it was the worst part for me, but the more embarrassed and ashamed I was the more wet and aroused I became. Jim started fingering me but he was an amateur. He didn't even touch my clit. If he had I know I would have cum instantly. I wanted to cum so bad and I kept trying to rock my hips forward and brush my clit against his hand but I couldn't. Eventually Joe pulled over. It felt like ten minutes later but was probably only about two. Joe stopped the car in front of Jim's, where we were dropping him off. When Jim realized we were at his place he pulled his fingers out, and looked a Joe saying. "What the fuck man some one could see." "Don't you want to see her cum." Joe said. By now Jim was fully turned around in his seat on his knees, one hand holding on to the head rest the other holding his wet fingers up in the air like a surgeon who didn't want to touch anything with his clean hands, or maybe more like a guy who was holding something he wanted to set down but didn't know how or where to put it. "Ya," Jim said Looking from my pussy to my face and back again, transfixed, "but can't you keep driving." "No" Joe said. "Either get out or watch, but make up your mind." "I'll watch, said Jim breaking his eyes away from my open vagina for an instant to take a nervous look around. "I'll watch." he said again quieter but determined. This whole exchange took about fifteen seconds and Joe's eyes never left mine. He held me in place with his eyes. Then he nodded at me almost imperceptibly. My hands flew, one to my opening and one to my clit. My orgasm came seconds later, but I can't tell you exactly how long it was till they fell off and I slumped even lower on the rear bench seat of Joe's car. It felt like forever, but I know it couldn't have been more than a minute or so. I can still hear Jim repeating over and over. "Holy shit. Holy shit man." as he got his crap together and left the car. 5 "No." I said, "I wouldn't have told him everything." It had been some time since Joe had asked his question I realized. I hadn't thought about that day with Jim Hanson in so much detail in years. I noticed then I was comfortable in this position. My legs were comfortably straight, my arms were resting in semicircles formed on either side of my head, the room was warm even hot and the desk comfortably cool. Joe's grip on my neck relaxed to the point that it felt now as if his hand was merely resting there. After my response I felt Joe's other hand on my thigh just above my knee, he trailed it up along the back of my leg until he reached the hem of my dress which was hitched up because of my position. That bit of cloth didn't slow his hand at all, no hesitation, his hand moved up carrying my hem with it until when he reached my underwear his fingers left my body and continued to pull up my dress until he piled the bottom half of it in the small of my back leaving me exposed from the waist down, except for my underwear. "Have you just been remembering those times, " Joe said. "Umm." I said suddenly feeling caught. "Do they still excite you?" Joe continued. I was suddenly worried that my panties would be wet. I squeezed a little to see if I could tell and realized instantly that that was a mistake. "Are you worried that your arousal might show?" Joe said, and then went on without waiting for an answer. "I can't see from here, but I could check." "If your panties are wet, would that embarrass you?" He said. "No", I said, too forcefully. I sounded defensive. That realization, the self doubt made my head spin, I have every right to be defensive I thought, what the fuck is going on, this man is my husbands business partner, this is wrong I love my husband, I don't need to be doubtful, I need to get the fuck out of here. These thoughts made my body tense up, but I only realized this when I felt Joe's hand press down harder on my neck, forcing my cheek against the desk with more pressure than before. Not so much pressure that I was uncomfortable, but enough for me to realize that he was in control. But he wasn't I knew that at the same time, he wouldn't fight me, he never did, he never laid a hand on me, Joe wasn't violent he was, what I don't know something else. With these thoughts I relaxed, and so did the hand. I could leave but I hadn't, I could leave now but I'm not moving, I could make a different choice but I'm not going to. I realized this, knowing at the same time that this is how it must always happen. Every women, every man that had ever cheated, had ever sinned, no matter the circumstance they must all have this moment, I could get up, walk out, but I haven't yet, I'm not now, and eventually comes the realization that I am not going to. Joe repeated himself. "Would it embarrass you." I answered quietly but truthfully. "Yes". The answer lingered in the air for a moment, then I felt Joe bend over. I felt his eyes on me like they emitted a cool wind, and goosebumps appeared from the backs of my knees to the top of my bottom. "Damn" he said a chuckle behind his surprise. "I forgot what a slut you are." I could feel his finger running up the outside of my panties, right along the lips of my labia. He took his hand off my neck, walked around my upturned ass and positioned himself on my right side, returning his opposite hand to the familiar position on my neck. The hand that had run up the outside of my slit was now on my neck, the finger resting on my cheek. Joe kept talking. "What were you thinking about. Was it that time I made you wear my fathers trench coat to the supermarket? When I made you expose yourself to that old guy, the fat one in the beer aisle. Remember how I stood behind the old guy, remember how you pleaded with your eyes to be allowed to cover up? Remember how he walked up to you and touched your tits. And when you didn't stop him how he pinched your nipples." Joe chuckled a little, like he was remembering me tripping once in the cafeteria. "Then he kissed you," HA HA, "God you had that fat old bastards tongue in your mouth and you looked like you were going to suck it out of his face." HA HA. "What did he say to you?" I remembered it just like that. I had pleaded with my eyes. But there was something about Joe. Something about that old man touching my young body too. He was so ugly but I don't know. I would have let him do anything to me. "What did he say Erica, what was it?" Joe said. It's what he'd said in the car, I remembered now. Before he'd let me finish myself in his car in the parking lot outside the Kroger's. I was in the backseat and I asked Joe to come back with me but he wouldn't. He just looked at me in the rear view mirror and asked me what the old man said. I didn't want to say. But I did know. I was ashamed. The old guy started by groping my tits, then when I didn't stop him it was like he got meaner. Mad. He twisted each of my nipples. Not too hard but hard. I gasped. He reached down with his right hand and ran his middle finger through the folds of my vagina. I remember that I was the same height as him. I was looking him right in the eyes. His expression turned to surprise, as if suddenly now he was surprised. He pulled his finger up between our faces and looked at it. It was glistening and it smelled like me. He said, "You nasty cunt." And he put his old wet finger in my mouth. I was taken aback and I didn't want him to, but I let him. I mean I didn't stop him. He pushed his finger into my lips and I opened my mouth. "What did he call you Erica." Joe said this time more demanding in his tone. "A nasty cunt." I whispered. I could smell it now my, my vagina. From Joe's finger I could smell it. "What." "A nasty cunt." I said a little louder. "That's right." Joe said, Ha Ha. "You haven't changed too much. Other than the nice house and gardens. The cars and kids. The portfolio. But otherwise your the same girl that let that old man fondle her in the beer section at Krogers. You want to know how I know Erica?" I didn't say anything I was too ashamed, but my pussy had begun to ache in a way it only ever had the summer I was with Joe. My clit felt like it would explode if he would only take the time to lean over and blow on it. "Erica." "Yes" I said. "Do you want to know how I know." I said, "Yes." but not really because I wanted to know. I didn't. "Because I can smell it." he said. "I can smell it can't you?" Ha Ha. I didn't say anything. "Take down your panties." His hand was still on my neck, his finger still on my cheek. The pressure was light now non existent but it rested there. I didn't want to move at all. Like not moving would make me innocent. But I could feel Joe standing there waiting and I knew he would wait forever. So I reached back and pulled them as far down as I could, not far from this position, just below my vagina. Joe took his hand off my neck and moved around behind me. Not right behind me but a few feet back. Away. I heard him unzip his pants and rustle his prick free. Then I felt him move up behind me. I felt the tip of his penis begin to rub up and down on my opening, sliding around in my folds. My hips arched up at him involuntarily, my muscles spasming. Joe stopped and pulled away. "I mostly fuck younger girls, and part of me wants to send you home like this. I like the idea of you driving home with your clit aching and with the knowledge that I refused your obscene offering. I do wish you could see yourself bent over my desk, panties pulled down, pussy open, your smell permeating my office. But I worry that you will convince yourself that you didn't cheat if I were to do that." When he said "cheat" I came to my senses for a moment. Instinctively I pulled my hands down so that they were beside me, ready to push me off the table. But then it was too late. Joe pushed into me. No more rubbing, no preamble. Suddenly I was full of him and I was using my hands not to push off the table and get the fuck out of there, but to push myself back further on his cock. It felt so good. I gripped him as he fucked in and out of me. But as suddenly as he started, he stopped. He pulled himself out of me and started rubbing it up and down again. "Are you a cheater?" he asked. I pushed back hard trying to force his dick up inside me, but he pulled away. But as soon as he did he returned to rubbing the outside of my vagina. I pushed back again, and again he pulled away and returned. His penis would bump my clit when he rubbed downward, and when it did I would push back instinctively. He laughed. "Your a dirty cunt like that man said and a cheater. Right?" I said nothing again. And he held his dick low and rubbed back and forth on my clit. "Answer me." He said this with a quiet insistence. I just wished he'd shut the fuck up and get on with it. "Yes" I murmured. "Tell me, I want to hear." "I'm a dirty cunt." I said. He stuck it in me again and again I felt full, I felt like I could cum on his dick without even touching myself. I always had to use my hand with Will. But then again he pulled out. "Fuck" I grunted. "Just tell me the whole thing, it's only the truth.' He said. "I'm a dirty cunt." I said again. "You are," he said, "A dirty cunt, and a cheater." "I'm a cheater." I didn't want to say that, I didn't want to be that, but God I wanted him. "I'm a cheating cunt." I said. He put it back in. "Again." he said. "I'm a cheating cunt." I said. "Again." "I'm a cheating cunt." And after that he didn't need to say it again, I just repeated it over and over in a rutty whisper until I came. 6 On Monday Joe told my husband that I had slept with an old friend from out of town at the reunion. Will came home at the normal time. We ate and discussed our lives as normal, but when we got into bed he told me what Joe had said and asked me if it was true. The expression on my face told him all he needed to know. He looked hurt, but that was all. He sat there for a moment and I didn't say anything. I wanted to tell him the truth but I couldn't. I couldn't tell him it was Joe, without telling him everything and I couldn't tell him everything. He would leave me. A Wife Submits Nancy Mortimer was settled down for the night, half way down her second, and last glass of her favourite white wine, book in hand, soft music, lights fairly low, and a nice warm fire. She had finished talking to her husband, and she was feeling a bit horny. They had joked about what they would like to be doing right now, instead of being 800 miles apart. "I would have you tied to the bed you beautiful sexy lady," he had said, "and I would tickle terribly, and make you beg me to make love to you." Nancy had told him she would take a piece of rope to bed with her when she went, and imagine him doing just that, and get her tiny vibrator out to envision his words. Darren had apologised for his sudden departure, it didn't happen very often and it was only when his firm was desperate for him to sort things out on site. It was Friday night, their 6th wedding anniversary and he had to be away. And it would probably be Monday night before he returned, possibly even into Tuesday. They had said goodnight, and his parting words had been, and most unusually for him to speak this way. "And when I get back Nancy Mortimer, you can get ready for the biggest screwing you have ever had, ropes and all!" Nancy had put the phone down and giggled, saying to herself, 'I'm going to hold him to that, I quite like the idea.' Now she was sexually hot! The children were in bed and fast asleep, she had put them to bed and 8pm and now it was almost 9.30. Nancy was wearing only a pair of skimpy panties; they were the only type she owned. She was a full time exponent in the art of keeping her man happy and guessing, with her sexy, silky, and lacy underwear. On top of that she had on her silk knee length dressing gown. It was white, Darren liked her in white and black, a black border all around it, and the belt was also black. She looked sexy in it, Nancy looked sexy in anything. It was wrapped over her luscious body and tied off with a bow. Nancy was an extraordinary woman, she was of a long ago Mexican ancestry, and she had been blessed with the light brown hue to her skin, when she sun bathed she turned a glorious golden brown. Her hair was jet black, it touched her shoulders, it was thick and luxurious, and hung like the silk she regularly wore. Her face was magical, huge wide and dark eyes that could suck a man in and drown him. Over those were high eye brows, arching like waves as they tailed away. A pert little nose, and below that were her lips, dark, sensuous, and full of promise when she smiled, they were full and inviting. Behind them was her pink little tongue, which she loved to poke out at people in a childish way, and her teeth were white and even. And at only 5ft and a bit, she could play the child very easily. She had met Darren while still engaged to another man, but she knew Darren was the one for her, or if not, her present beau certainly now wasn't. He was two years older than her, and they courted for 18 months before tying the knot. Nancy was more adventurous than he was; it was her that had taught him, rather than the other way round when it came to sex. Now they were matching lovers, and liked to try different scenarios, including the odd bit off bondage, both ways. Nancy would drive him crazy, teasing him, refusing to make him cum, making him wait, even leaving him alone for a time. Darren loved and hated that in equal measures. She scratched her nipples each in turn, it made her shudder violently, it made her wonder if she ought to get up the stairs and relieve herself. Just about then a large black car drew up near her home, a man exited, carrying a large bunch of red roses, he knew they were her favourite, and would certainly gain him admittance into her house. He walked the 50 or so yards to her door, took a deep breath, stood tall and knocked, he didn't ring the bell. He knew she had children and was banking on the fact that they would be in bed by now and fast asleep. It was dark outside too, so him appearing at her door when her husband was away all weekend would keep him from being noticed, unless there was a very nosy neighbour keeping a watch. Nancy heard the knock, wondered why whoever it was hadn't rung the bell, then she thought, 'ah yes of course, the children, they don't want to waken them.' She peeked through the window and saw him standing there, and she also espied the roses. It excited her, 'Darren must have sent them!' she told herself excitedly. She put her shapely bare feet into a pair of high heeled sandals that gave her that stop traffic look. Nancy opened the door with a smile painted on her lovely face; to say Nancy was radiant when she smiled understated it greatly. Then she saw who it was, it was Darren's underling at the office, Mark Taylor, he was Darren's protégé, 19 years old, a good looking boy, Darren had taken him under his wing and was teaching him everything he knew. She had met him several times and quite liked him. In her womanly way she was sure that when the time came, he would be more than able to give a girl a good time. "Mark?" she said, "what are you doing here at this time of night, and those flowers, who, or what are they for?" Then Nancy remembered her manners and said, "Oh I'm so sorry, please come in Mark." Phase one he thought happily. "Mr Johnson," The owner of their company, he said, "asked me to buy you flowers and have them delivered to your door by way of an apology for sending Darren away at such short notice," he told her. 'Good God, just look at her, what a gorgeous sexy woman she is, I just hope Darren was telling me the truth about her.' He said to himself. Nancy led him into her sitting room; he had been here before so he knew the layout. "I thought I would bring them personally rather than have some obscure person arriving with them," he told her. Nancy was very impressed by is fortitude, she took them from him, and kissed his cheek to thank him. "I'll put them in a vase and water Mark, please excuse me for a moment?" and she went off with his eyes glued to every bit of her as she waltzed out. Her perfect legs carrying her fabulous ass, her body shape encased in the superbly thin dressing gown that told the world of what she had. And Nancy's hair was up in a clip at the back of her head. "Just perfect for it!" he told himself, he was already steeling himself for the action he was about to take. He had lusted after her from the moment he had set eyes on her, she had fixed him with hers and he almost disintegrated. His imagination had run wild at times, thinking of taking her luscious body, kissing those wonderful lips, seducing her, maybe even against her will. And Mark was about to do just that, he would wait if he had to, until she was in the position he wanted her to be in, and that was with her back to him. He considered following her into the kitchen, but the sofa he needed first off wasn't in there was it, it was here in her sitting room. She came back with the vase in her hands, 'PERFECT!' he shouted in his head; he had removed his coat and was now in just his shoes, shirt and trousers, he had undone the belt of them. She smiled at him, he could almost feel her lips on his, her body in his hands, and his thick young cock buried to the hilt in her. 'No going back Mark, not now, this will probably never happen again, one chance, one time only!' Nancy put the vase on the table at the side near the sofa; she preened them, and Marks arms encircled her. She gasped a little; not understanding what was going on, then Marks mouth closed over her ear and sucked it in. His tongue poked as far in as he could get it. He sucked hard, he tongued it hard. Nancy's legs almost gave way, this and having her nipples scratched with finger nails, was Darren's way to her pussy and body, even if, on an odd occasion she had said no! "Mark, please, what are you... Mark, please don't, Mark, please stop..." She was trapped; she tried to pull away, to remove the already tormenting tongue and mouth from her ear. It was already nearly too much, she did struggle, but he held her still and continued the demolition of her sensitive ear. "Please Mark, Oh please don't..." she was trying to free herself but he had her good and tight. He was at least a foot taller than her and outweighed her by about 80lbs. Then Mark performed the coup de gras, he slipped his hand down, tugged the bow, and her dressing gown opened just enough for it. He put his hand in, looked over her shoulder at the same time and scratched a nipple, then the other. It was too much; Nancy couldn't bear it at all. He scratched and itched until she just gave in to it. She had never been able to resist this, and she had never told any boy she had met apart from her first lover, and Darren. No one else knew she was a toy to be played with at will when she was subjected to this. Nancy slumped against him, her body was suddenly on fire, her pussy slithered into action, her ear was undoing her completely along with her nipples, and they were transporting her to infidelity. 'Darren, you big idiot,' Mark grinned delightedly to himself as he continued to suck and lick Nancy's ear, he swapped quickly to the other one, and Nancy nearly collapsed. His prick, hard and ready, was pressing into Nancy's increasingly submissive back; she couldn't cope with what he was doing to her. There was no option but to give into it, and him. It had all started accidentally and very innocently on Marks part. Mark had asked Darren, Nancy's loving husband, for guidance about a year ago, on the best way to approach a woman. When it came to women, how to seduce them, get them on board, kiss the best way, touch them the best way. And a week ago Darren had told Mark of his secret with his wife. He had actually told Mark, he had told him about his cast iron way of getting her. "And that if a man, any man," he had said, "force kissed and sucked Nancy's ear, and then scratched her nipples, then that man would without doubt, get 100% lucky, believe me, I know what I'm talking about," he had told an incredulous Mark. He had questioned Darren laughingly, getting him to explain again, "I don't believe you Darren," he had said. Darren repeated, a little more luridly for him, all he had to do to defeat his wife completely; he assured him that what he was telling him was true. "But whatever you do Mark, don't even think of mentioning it to Nancy the next time you see her, she'll kill me!" he had sniggered, and clapped Mark on the back, not realising he was literally handing his gorgeous wife over to the young virile and brave young man. Now Mark had control of her, and he was thanking his lucky stars for Darren's silly admission. He kept up his onslaught on her ears and nipples, and when he slipped his hand down, and slid it into her panties the 19 year old mugger, for that in reality, was what he was, and he was now fully mugging his mentor's wife. He found a deliciously wet slit with his finger, and it was all over as Nancy moaned aloud when he touched her clit. Still keeping his mouth on her ear and still sucking he guided her blindly to her sofa, he lay down with her and turned her to him, scratching her nipples even more he kissed her lips. They were every bit as good, and in fact better than he had imagined them to be. Mark quickly ripped her panties at the sides making her gasp again, and with unsaid arousal. He undid his trousers, he wasn't wearing shorts, he wanted nothing in the way of the first quick fuck if he got that far, he had decided. His cock popped out and he was ready, he kissed Nancy's neck, she mewled, it was actually a feeble protest. She didn't want to make love to another man, but there was nothing she could do, her body and soul overrode her objections completely. Getting over her Mark slid straight into the waiting wet through sopping cunt he had craved for over a year. Then he took her ear again, sucking it, licking it, poking his tongue in it, and now any possible protest would be negated for good, she was his to fuck and screw any way he wanted from now on. "Oh Ooooh Oh Mark, what are you... Oh Mark, you... Please, Oh no, Oh please Mark... hmmmm... Argggggh, Oh Mark Oh Mark, Hmmmmmm," she whimpered sexily. Her legs fell over his ass, and her arms went around him, it was show of acceptance, of submission to the powerful young man. His cock did the rest, she fed on it, her body dined on the meat of it, her soul rejoiced on it. If there was one thing Nancy did like it was playing the submissive little girl, being made to do what the big nasty man in her fantasy world told her, and made her do. And now she was playing that role for real. The big nasty man was screwing her against her will, but her body said yes, and her pussy and extremities agreed totally with it. She held herself against him, tight, not letting go, she now had no intention of letting go as the thick young cock pounded her, she came, then she came again. Thud thud thud, Marks prick was doing everything to her she didn't want, but was desperate to have, and it was making her cum like never before. Mark kissed her, Nancy saw it coming and she parted her lips, pursed them and met his kiss with her own. She murmured into his mouth, she was well past the point of no return, she would cope with the afters later, right now her whole being was in dire need to be fucked and hard with it! "Harder Mark, make love to me harder, it was a plea, a demand." He increased his domination of the moment by simply nearly breaking her in half with his stout and strong thick prick. "More Mark more," she whispered needful to him, eyes closed, lips locked, her nails bringing blood out of his back. He was in sheer unadulterated wonderful agony as her nails dug deep and raked him. "Go for it Mark, hurt me, hurt me, go Mark, do it to me, do it harder and harder and harder, faster Mark, do it faster, pleeeeease!" Mark did, he absolutely hammered her to bits, bringing out muffled wailing from the dark beauty below him. Nancy came and came, weeping grateful things into his neck, she crushed him to her. Mark reared up, he had been so concentrated on Nancy, any thought he had had about his cumming had been forgotten. But now it was his turn, his face grew bright red, his body hardened for the last crushing thrust into her and he blew like a whale at sea. Nancy tried desperately to tell him not to cum in her, her and Darren were trying for number three. But she failed, she was unable to speak, as the huge jets of Marks thick powerful and very potent cum flooded every bit of Nancy's very forgiving pussy, and willingly accepted it all, she felt her womb sucking in all it could. And that made her cum again. They both fell into each other, Marks cock softening and Nancy's pussy still sucking him in; to milk all the young seed he could deliver into it. Breathing heavily, they loved each other, sharing soft loving kisses, he snared her ears, he made her whimper with the lust still within her. They ended up facing each other laid on their sides, and shared deep kisses. Nancy and Darren were expert lovers with each other, but Mark had shown her something new, true power over another person, Mark had shown her his power, and Nancy had given in to all of it. Her legs still around him, her arms on his neck, she leaned in for a real sweet loving kiss. "Mark," she breathed into his mouth, "I don't understand, how did you know, how do you know that I am helpless when that's done to me?" referring to her ears and nipples. He looked at her, then told his tale. "I have wanted you for a year Nancy, ever since I first saw and met you. I want to love a woman like you, be with a woman like you, and serve a woman like you." He said, he was a little reticent, but lying now would only exacerbate the argument within him. "Darren and I got to talking about women, this and that, how to, how not to, you name it we talked about it. He told me a lot of things I didn't know. And then he told me about you, I didn't believe him at first, I asked him to explain what he meant again, and he did." Nancy looked him as if he had two heads," he actually told you about me like that, about us like that, what we did, or what he does to get his own way, please tell me Mark that he didn't?" But she saw the look on his handsome face and she knew that Darren had. "So you decided to try your luck hey, well, well done Mark, you must be really pleased with your little self!" She was angry now, but more so with Darren for letting their sex life become public. "Nancy, somehow or other I would have looked for a way to do this, I probably wouldn't have succeeded, but I would have tried, please don't be angry." He told her. "I know it wasn't the right thing to do, but you are just so sexily gorgeous I had to at least try, even to be able to say to myself that I at least did." Nancy saw the complete sincerity on his face, and in his eyes, she understood. Nancy could have just about any man she wanted, she knew that. But she was married, she had two children, and she was trying for a third, and she was right in the middle of her hottest part to conceive. "Mark, this shouldn't have happened, you know it, and I know it, you work for Darren, he looks after you, he shows you, and look how you have repaid him. By seducing me, and making love to his wife, even if it was fantastic," she added with a small smile for him. Mark dived forward when she gave him the smile and got her ear again. Nancy tried desperately to turn away but his speed and agility won the day. She squirmed against him, saying "No Mark this has to sto... Oh God please Mark not again, no don't Mark pleeeeease?" he scratched her nipples; it was easy as she was almost naked in front of him. "Oh Mark, oh Mark, I can't stand it Mark, it's driving me crazy, please Mark stop...?" "No chance," he told her, muffling into her ear as he sucked and licked once more. Her nipples were still hard, tender, and utterly responsive again, and totally proactive to his nails and fingers. His breath hot on her ear Nancy succumbed, she hadn't got over the last time yet, she was still on a high rolling sexual wave created by Marks insistent and probing tongue. Her capitulation was confirmed when she sought for, and got hold of his once more growing prick. It hardened in her hand, they kissed, Nancy knew that this was the end of her fidelity, her marriage vows were broken, and out of the window. The first time she would have been able to insist that Mark had taken her, forced her even, but not now. Now she was willing, she was at the altar of Mark's young thick cock, and she was going to have her own confirmation on it. As it grew she had one last fleeting thought about her marriage vows, and she heard her say in her own head, 'Hey Ho!' Mark was at her body, feeling, touching, kissing, and caressing, and Nancy loved it. "Can you be quiet?" she asked him, Mark thought he already was, and looked at her quizzically. "Let's go upstairs Mark, we have a huge king sized bed up there, I'm sure we'll find it more comfortable, don't you?" He grinned joyously. "But you'll have to be gone before 6 am though; the kids get up really early okay? And you must be quiet, we don't want one, or both of them toddling in and seeing mommy being screwed by a handsome young man, and asking for daddy, do we?" Nancy sniggered dirtily. He laughed and nodded his head, made a zipping motion across his lips with his thumb and finger, silence assured. And he was already getting up. He picked Nancy up in his strong young arms and she was whisked off before she could change her mind. She let out a small squeal, and kissed him. He dumped the 26 year old gorgeous dark queen softly on her king sized bed, and took off the rest of his clothes. Nancy watched him, he had a terrific body, tall and lean, yet obviously muscular. A charisma floated from him, as young as he was, Nancy thought, he's got it, he's got what girls want. A Wife Submits Her new adultery, her marriage vows smashed, none of it entered lovely her head, she was doing what Nancy does, and what came naturally to her, she was in the absolute prime of her sexuality. Rutting, and being rutted was a part of that scenario. Nancy gazed at his prick, it was full of vitality, energy and power, she could see it as if it was steaming off him in a cloud of unbending testament to him. He got on the bed with his boss's wife, and mounted her in one go, there was no Hmmmming, or Ahhhhing, he was in where it mattered, and he was doing what mattered in the half second it took him to bury his thick young prick deep into Nancy's heavenly twat! Nancy came immediately; she got him in a kind of death grip, arms and legs tight, teeth into his chest as he drove unremittingly back and forth in her. He was moaning himself, Nancy was groaning, mewling, weeping, begging, and beseeching him. Grunting and humping back at him as hard as she could, she was trying to flatten her pussy against his pubic area. And she didn't care how much it hurt, because hurt and pain was what she was after from him. She made her own pain, he was hell bent on just fucking his boss's beautiful wife, and dumping another load of hot steaming potent cum into her lava heated volcanic pussy. How they did it they would never know, but Nancy ended up on top of him, on her knees and she went for it. She banged her pussy down at him, driving his cock deeper and deeper. She was losing her senses on him, her mind was melting, she needed cum, and lots of it, and Mark, she knew instinctively, had as much as her manic womb wanted. Nancy for the first time in her, she was staring into Mark's eyes, he was locked into her, she had the power now. He was at her beck and call. She actually forced a man to cum for her, with her past lovers, and as with Darren, it was a mutual love giving event. But with Mark under her, she knew she had made him cum when his whole body, including her, left the bed. And the feel of his seed billowing forth and filling her womb was what it was all about. She could feel, and then she could see in her fertile mind, all of his millions of little tadpoles filling her womb and searching for her eggs. And she knew that one of them had wiggled into one, and now she was growing a new life inside her. Mark was the father of her third child; there was no doubt in her mind what so ever. When they had settled down, euphoria overtaking them, she looked at him, and she saw the father of her new baby. She had been unfaithful, initially forced into it, by her husband's error in telling a very brave and astute young man, of their sexual escapades together. And that young man had suddenly become a faithful wife's sexual conqueror. And Nancy had no regrets, no compunction what so ever of remorse, she had loved it. And it was because, she admitted to herself, she and Darren had become complacent, they had a good sex life yes. But Mark had opened her eyes in a big way that there was more to life than living in the humdrum world she had been, ignorantly, operating in. She knew with utter glee that her and Darren would more than benefit from her wild sexual frolics with this vibrant young man. He was years beyond his age in her personal sphere of sex. Nancy pressed her luscious soft body tight against his and told him. Which part of me do you want Mar, Hmmmm?" He dived right to her ear, sucked it all into his hot mouth and laid her flat. A right hook from a boxer couldn't have scored a more direct hit, his nails got her nipples and Nancy didn't care which part of her he got! Her hand sought his cock, and she moaned loud as her fist closed over it, she pulled at it, wanting it to be where it belonged, hard and deep in her tender loving, and very giving pussy. "On your knees Nancy, I want to fuck you from behind." His use of the profanity also scored a hit, she wasn't used to it, and an enormous tidal wave of lust crashed through her. She flipped herself over and head down, ass up, knees parted, Nancy was ready before he even thought of moving. Mark got behind her, but he stopped for a moment just to take in the sight before him, to gaze at the rounded light brown buttocks being offered to him on the literal plate! The line of her spine and the contours of her back muscle as it swept up to her bent head. Nancy's hands were already gripping the blankets. He pushed his prick into his boss's wife's hot cunt for the third time this night. Nancy reached behind her head and removed the clip holding her hair in place, she shook her head, and her hair cascaded down around it like a cloud of thick black silk as it settled like halo. Mark sighed with utter lust as she did it; he took it as a sign of her complete surrender to this, to him, to them. He fucked at her, to her, and for her, hard, long, deep and with a real determination to make her have as many orgasms as she could garner from him. Nancy had many, too many, it wrecked her. Then Mark did what her husband had never done, he had tried many times over the years, and all unsuccessfully, Nancy had flatly refused to let him do it. Mark pulled back, took dead aim and shoved his thick meat right into Nancy's exposed and unprotected ass. He had done this to a girlfriend once, and she had exploded in a defence that took him time to subdue. So, he half expected Nancy to fight the intrusion, he knew it would hurt, that pain was the order of the day until the ass in question expanded enough for it to go away. As soon as he was in and Nancy's knees were firing backwards around his, he threw himself on her. Using his body weight and his strong thighs to keep her pressed into the mattress. His arms went under hers and he gripped her in a wrestling hold, his knees, he forced them between Nancy's and split her legs wide, thus Nancy was fully compromised. Nancy knew she couldn't cry out, her children were asleep in the room next door; she stuffed the sheets into her mouth, pressed her face into the bed and screamed. Mark saw and heard her, his mouth next to her ear. "Shhhhhh," he told her, "stay still Nancy, relax, try and relax, it'll be okay in a minute, just lie still please." Nancy couldn't speak to answer, the pain was horrendous, she was in agony. But the overriding factor was her capture, the position she was in, she might have well been tied down, she was that helpless. Mark was pressing deeper and deeper, soon his loins were in full contact with her beautiful ass, he was all in to her. Nancy shook her head, 'No, no, no.' but there was nothing she could do, she was completely taken. Mark was too strong, and too heavy for her to make it even a small contest, there was none to make. His prick seemed tom have split her right o her spine, but he held his place. Massive tears soaked into her bed sheets. But though Mark was sympathising greatly, he was intent on fucking her ass, and he was also intent on making her like it, and want it again someday. It was several minutes before he moved, Nancy was lying still now, the severity of the pain was easing. The fullness of her ass was total, she had of course never experienced anything like this, the nearest she had ever got, was to let Darren fool around with his middle finger, and she had found it a bit of a turn on, but she had never told him of that. Mark's patience was endless, "Are you alright Nancy?" he whispered into her ear, and then he licked it and gave it a big suck. Nancy responded to it, she had to, a moan emitted from her. Mark moved his hips, this caused fear in Nancy, again she shook her head, 'Noooooo.' But the very movement gave her a semblance of relief. She still hadn't removed the sheets from her mouth, she daren't, not yet. Nancy and her husband had discussed different things they could do in bed, and one of them had been that Nancy was to be tied face down and screwed mercilessly. She had got greatly turned on by it, and had promised Darren that one day soon, maybe when the children were with their grandparents, she would happily go for it. Now Nancy was, in a way, more than tied down, Mark had her, helpless, and defenceless, his power and control was unarguable. And knew now with utter certainty that Mark was going to screw her mercilessly. A thrill raced through her, she moved under him, her pussy was burning her up. She was getting high on the drug of submission. Mark moved slightly sideways, then the other way, he was testing her, to see where they were. Nancy moaned into the sheets, she realised the pain had lessened; she hadn't felt it slip away. But that brought its own fear, he would know and then pain would return, she thought. Her mouth came off the sheets; she turned her head, and whispered defeatedly. "Please Mark, take it out, please, I'll do anything you say, give you anything you want, anything, please?" Mark smiled inside, this what he wanted, the girlfriend whose ass he had fucked the same way had said those very ways. Then he had fucked her, and soon she was going merrily along with it, and she was now a confirmed ass fucking lover. Mark lifted his body from hers without pulling out, Nancy thought he was getting off, he wasn't, he was readying them both. Her arms, though while she could do nothing with them, moved down and felt for his thighs and ass, she stroked him as much as she could. Mark made a tiny fucking movement, Nancy stiffened, then he made another, Nancy knew somehow what was coming. She gasped, and moaned quietly "Please Mark please, noooooo." He moved some more, and then began a series of them, Nancy's mouth returned to the sheets, she too was readying herself to be finally and interminably screwed in her ass, she resigned herself to it now, and waited. Mark lifted and pressed down, he was taking it easy at first, to give her the time to adjust, but he was going to fuck her as tonight, no question. The pain Nancy realised, was almost gone, all she had now was the side splitting feeling of fullness in her ass, it made her want to shit, but she knew that would be impossible. Mark moved more and more, he was building her up to it, she knew what he was doing, and she couldn't stop it, she had to take it, and he was going to make her agree to it. Mark's cock began its long slow journey out of her ass, but only half way, then he slid it back in, Nancy moaned for the first time. He let go of his arm hold on her, sucked her ear and felt for her nipples. The instant he did that she was gone, she gave in, pain or no pain she was up, ready and willing, she wanted him. Mark started to fuck her properly; the slickness from her pussy was enough to ease the friction of his cock fucking her virgin ass. Nancy's arms slid sideways, the surest sign from her that it was over. He could do what he wanted with her; there would be no more protesting, no more begging for release. He fixated on her, he kissed her neck, lightly bit her shoulders, all designed to take her mind off the bits of discomfort she might still be feeling. Then he fucked her, he banged her ass time and time again, Nancy wailed now, her cries muffled by the sheets, but then the most unusual climax hit her. It was one so different it almost cut her in half, she moaned loud and long into the sheets, mewled, Hmmm'd and Ahhhh'd. Mark wasn't far behind her cumming, he blasted his thick piping hot cum right up, and into her bowels, she climaxed again knowing he had pumped his cum into her ass. Sweat was dripping off her forehead, the tears had dried, her cries had stopped and she wallowed in the climaxes rolling through her like a breeze on a summer's day. She didn't feel him getting off, and she didn't feel his cock popping out of her plundered rear end. Nancy lay there unable, and not daring to move. The first thing she felt was an arm encasing her, hot lips against her cheek, and a voice saying, "Hi, are you alright Nancy?" All she could do for the moment was nod her head, her mind, her soul, and her body had been totally defiled by him. He had taken her, used her, made her give in to him, forced her, and had fucked her. And it had all been against her will, she had fought him to the bitter end. Nancy hated him, but the feeling in every pore of her skin, every ounce of her flesh, everything about her was in love with her surrender. The control, the power, the strength, the charisma was more than she could ever have coped with. Nancy gave it all her loving blessing; her life would never be the same again. At 5am, she was wakened by a little hand shaking her, it was her smallest son, he wanted a wee wee! Nancy gasped in horror, she looked at Mark, he was under the covers. Her son couldn't see him, she slipped out of bed and nearly fell down, her body and ass had been hit by a steam train. She took him out, saw to him and put him back to bed, she hurried back to get Mark out of the house, he was already out of bed putting on his clothes. He smiled at her, wondering what she was going to say, would she banish him now forever, he didn't know, but he cared about it. She followed him down, Mark got his coat, put it on and turned to most glorious sight, her hair, still silk like swished about her lovely face and he still hadn't seen anything better. As he passed her to go, he pulled her to him, bit her ear, kissed it and let go and stood back. Now the ball was in her court, he opened the door, she still hadn't spoken. So it's a goodbye then, he wondered somewhat sadly. As he stepped out Nancy said, "They go to bed at eight!" even she couldn't believe she had said that, 'what are you saying Nancy you bloody fool!' she berated herself. But she didn't correct herself either. Mark smiled, "I'll be here at nine okay," he blew her a kiss and walked away quickly, it gave Nancy no time to call him and tell him not to, he was gone. Nancy went back into her house, and the first thing she did was to get a mirror and check her ass, it felt like it had been torn apart, but she smiled, 'that was damn good Nancy, all these years you've held Darren off, but not now, he wants, he gets!' She had never felt so sore, it would be a long time before that disappeared, she knew that. She ran a hot bath and was still in there adding more and more hot water, when her children entered singing a nursery rhyme they had learned. During the day she thought hard about what had happened, and she blamed herself as much as Mark, or Darren, she had given in hadn't she, it was her who had taken him to her marital bed wasn't it, and it had been her who had invited Mark back tonight hadn't it? And she knew she would be waiting for him with open arms, her body was a wreck, but, she giggled, he and I will have to put up with it, won't we? Darren phoned at seven so he could talk to the kids too, she told him to expect a new wife when he came home, "Things are changing Darren," she told him. "There is nothing you and I aren't going to do, or get up to in bed, or anywhere else, right?" Darren put the phone down a very happy man, but he had no idea his protégé was the key, the gas, the fuel for the fire beginning to burn in his beautiful wife, but he would feel the heat from it. Nancy felt absolute for him, so she couldn't understand why she was so looking forward to seeing Mark again. It just didn't sit right, but, she thought, it was probably the suddenness of what he did, my seduction, and for that, Darren can be blamed for completely. He shouldn't have told Mark and I wouldn't have found myself in my own bed with him. Him and his lovely young big cock! She thought much more dirtily than she should have done. She gave herself a self admonishment, by giving her sore ass a tap with the flat of her hand, she groaned at the ache she still felt. It had been the wildest sex she had ever had, and Darren would be made to be a regular visitor there from now on. Nancy had never in her life had a climax like the one Mark had given her. It had the same results as usual ones, but it was so absolutely different, that she was already looking to the future for more of them. She knew she shouldn't have more or less invited Mark to come back that evening, but in the cold light of day, she told herself. 'Well, I'm on my own, so I might have a little fun too, it won't be lasting that long anyway.'' It was a poor excuse and she knew it, but it validated her decision in a way. Nancy spent a very busy day, and by the time the children had their afternoon nap, she too was more than ready to join them for two wonderful hours of deep slumber. When she woke she felt much better, although there was some numbness around her ass. 'Mark, you bad bad boy you!' she told him, 'I'm never going to get over this,' she laughed ruefully. Nancy did all of her usual routines with her children. And she had already planned what to be wearing when Mark arrived to see her again. But she also knew that no matter what she was wearing, it wouldn't be on her for very long. By about 8.50 she was ready, the children were asleep, and she had bathed, her silk hair in the finest shape it could be. It was like a cloud of black gossamer as it swayed gently around, it would not be clipped up tonight. Mark would have the honour of it sliding over him while she sucked his thick young cock practically off his body! She laughed aloud to herself; she couldn't wait to swallow his hot devastating spunk. He arrived right on time, Nancy opened the door just enough for him to enter, and closed it quickly, she was only wearing a pair of her highest black heels, that still didn't put her within 8" of his height, a pair of fishnet stockings. A very fine suspender belt, and a pair of even finer thong panties, Higher up was the half cup bra that hardly contained her full high tits, with her nipples fighting to get out. Over all of that was the sheer near invisible negligee, not fastened. Everything she was wearing was overshadowed by her very beauty, and inside of that, was her sexuality. The message was clear, 'I'm here to be fucked and screwed by you Mark, feel free sir, whenever the urge takes you, you can take me!' In his hand was again, a large bunch of beautiful pink roses. "For you my beautiful lady," he told her, his eyes almost popping out of his head. "They were the only things on the planet I could find that came anywhere near to being as beautiful as you!" Nancy was disarmed completely, her heart popped with pleasure, and a whole lot of sudden lust for this very thoughtful young man. And he has the ability to say exactly the right thing too, she thought. "Mark thank you so much for these," she whispered, her nipples rising like bread in the oven waiting to be tasted. As she turned away his arms went around her, and her ear was in his mouth, "Game over, I give in Mark, take me to bed right now you extremely naughty bad boy!" she giggled uncontrollably, as Mark near killed her off as his fingers got her nipples too. She dropped the roses, threw her legs into the air and he caught her in his arms. They were upstairs quickly, she closed the door, but she had also turned on the baby mic so she would here the kids if they woke. Now, she said to herself, a night of utter debauchery coming up! Mark practically tore his clothes off, and his cock preceded him as he advanced on his boss's beautiful sexy wife for the second night in succession. Nancy squealed quietly in shock horror, and fear, she timidly tried to slowly get away from him. Mark grabbed her ankle and tugged her back to him. "And where do you think you are going you brazen hussy. Come here right now, dressing like that, any man seeing you like this, would definitely give you what you are asking for, and I promise, you are going to get. I am going to fuck you right into the middle of next week, you wanton slut!" he said pretending viciously. He ripped her attire away; Nancy went along with it, trying to resist him, Not! And deliberately failing very miserably, pleading with him to leave her alone, begging that she was a happily married woman. That soon her husband would be home. Mark sucked vehemently on her ear and Nancy came in a sudden rush for him. Her insides seemed to liquefy and bubble in the astounding heat, caused by the spontaneous explosions. A Wife Submits Then he was in her once more, his thick young meaty and veiny cock split her cunt, doing all the things to it that it had done the last night. And it was battering her exactly the way she loved it to be battered. It dug a new channel for it to travel the length and breadth of her fiery pussy. If she had tried not to give in it was already too late, that defence had been vanquished long ago. To Nancy it was liked being screwed twice simultaneously, his cock so far in, and up her love chute, it was shaking hands with her womb. His long probing tongue was behaving like the tentacle of an Octopus in her super sensitive ear. It was giving her the cream of the crop as it dipped into her inner ear, the tip fucked too. And all under the watchful eye of his mouth, it was closed tight over it. Nancy fell apart inside, cum after hot cum pounded from ear to pussy and back again. Nancy was completely done over, it had been forever since she had cum like this, and even thought she might never have cum quite like this. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, 'Darren,' she said to her husband in her head, 'this boy is going to teach you, through me!' Then she melted back into the moment, she felt the rolling thunderous cums in her, each one more satisfying than the last until she could cum no more. Mark came then, his cum swimming up into her womb, where it connected with her eggs once more. Even though one of his little tadpoles, had already found its mark yesterday. All the new ones were still having a try to be the new baby making connector in her super fertile womb. His lower body bashed into her and he spewed like a water spout, what felt like to Nancy, was gallons of hot cum flooding her very soul. Mark slowly slipped out and off her, he left a trail of his lumpy cum, and her sweet nectar from her sliced pussy to her hip, and then he rolled on to his back to rest. Nancy was in awe, she wondered how a boy of his age could be so good in bed, his sexual prowess stunned her. Darren after these years of marriage wasn't this good, she had a lot of thinking to do, and also work to do, on him! To bring him up to speed, and get him in front of the lover that Mark was. The reason Nancy was mulling this over as she lay there in this tangled heaped mess, she had been shattered by him. Just as a solid rock face would be after lots of deep drilling, and the irresistible explosions detonated within her by Mark, and his nuclear tipped cock, not forgetting the devastation caused by his tongue in her ear. They actually dozed for a few minutes, Nancy awoke with a start, she looked at Mark, his body, his lines, the position he was in, lying there flat on his back. His (in her eyes) fabulous cock, lying to one side waiting for her attention. She had an idea, she slipped silently out of bed, went into the bathroom and wet a soft towel, and she also picked up a dry very soft one too. She slipped back on to the bed and stayed on her knees, and she began to wash him off, she wiped up his cum, and hers. She cleaned his balls, as she glanced up at him she saw he was watching her with a very appreciative smile on his handsome face, Nancy sighed for him. "I like that Nancy, don't stop, not yet?" he asked. "I like it too," she said, "and no, I'm not stopping, and I'll tie you up if you even think of trying to get away!" she giggled fruitily. Mark lay back and let her do whatever she wanted to do. 'Get away,' he told himself, 'why would any sane man try to get away from this sexy beauty?' Nancy's hair moved over her face as she cleaned him, her eyes peered at him teasingly from behind her black silk curtain of hair. By the time she had finished, his cock was thickening once more; Nancy gazed at his supersonic weapon in amazement. She was hungry; she wanted to feed on it, to taste his gorgeous sweaty balls. She lay across him, "Don't you dare move Mark okay?" she told him. Her elbow on the bed, her rib cage resting on his flat abs stomach, she faced away from him. Nancy got his balls in her right hand, and his ever fattening cock in her left, she kissed the tip of him, popped her tongue into the pee hole and tasted his cum. She sighed gently over it, her lips pursed a little and the covered the soft velvety head. It was like satin between them. She pushed on and soon the head was in, and her lips fastened tight behind the hardening ridge. Her right hand slid around his balls taking them here and there in her fingers. The hairs tickling them, it was all serving to turn her back on to full heat. She sucked on the bulbous, billiard ball head, her tongue examining every bit of him. Her hand was excruciatingly sliding up and down the growing shaft, the veins filling with a new influx of fresh hot red blood. The solid blood filled muscle that was Marks wonderful weapon was becoming more and more active. He had ideas of fucking Nancy's ass again. Hers was to make him cum in her mouth, she wanted to feel the steaming hut cum coating her lips, tongue, mouth, tonsils and throat, and then feel it going all the way down to its final destination. And nothing was going to prevent her from succeeding in her mission. Nancy knew it would take time, Darren was the same, but she guessed that Mark might out do him in the speed stakes, she was right! But she was willing to wait and be rewarded for her patience. She lavished her mouth on him, sucking and licking, jacking him, caressing his balls softly but meaningfully. She enticed him, savoured him, never for one moment did she take any sort of a rest from him. She persistently and sexually lovingly, attacked his cock and balls, fingering his ass, scratching between ass and balls. It made Mark twitch and jump under her. His breathing slowly became deeper and deeper, more abrasive. He began to squidge and squirm; she was winning the battle hands and tongue down! When his hands landed on her head to hold her she knew that it was almost time for him to give her what she was after. 'Just a little more effort,' she told herself, 'and he's mine!' she chortled silently, as she sucked his cock end to the deep dark blue it was becoming. His fingers closed tight on her, attempting to force her further on and down. She allowed it, but the moment he started cumming she would retreat to get the full benefit of the hot blast of cum she knew was now on its way. Her eyes closed, this would never pass her way again, never like this, Nancy sucked and gave her young lover everything she had. Then Mark's hips left the bed, his grip became manic, she bent him in half, then the first sudden pulse of muscle squeezing from deep within him. She tipped her head back in acute timing as the first bombshell of cum unloaded into her mouth, she gulped and swallowed, it was half way down when the next salvo hit her, now her mouth was full to the brim. Her lips were tight shut, and would never open until the absolute danger had passed. She gulped again and it was away, sliding downwards. Now Nancy relished the heat and the taste of him, the raw power of him blasting his cum into space, if Nancy had allowed it to. She was breathing deeply through her nose in time with her gulping huge amounts of hot thick cum. She was in tune with him and his expulsions into the receptacle she had for him, her mouth. Mark began to relax, the pressure cooker of his balls and cock expelling his cum was lessening. She had got past the danger of losing any, and now she was taking all he was giving. Mark had let go of her head, and his fingers were stroking her instead. She kept mouthfuls of cum to sense it, and then when the next one plopped in a nanosecond later, she swallowed and held the next lot. His last pulse of cum she held for more than a minute, rolling it about in her mouth before sadly letting it go on to its destination. She lay, head on his stomach, still cock in mouth, balls in hand, and she remembered this moment, and she would remember it until it would be seared and branded into her brain forever more. His hand was lovingly moving through her hair. He thought he was falling in love with her, but he also sensed there couldn't and would not be any future with her for him. Nancy moved up him at last, and came to rest under his shoulder with his arm around her. Her arm around him, and a soft leg lovingly laid over his. After sometime she moved and was above him, she looked into his eyes and then she kissed him, it was a kiss he would never receive the like of again. Then sleep overcame them, they lay tight together for the remainder of the night, he wakened to feel Nancy getting out of bed, then he heard a mewling voice, it was ghost like. "It's Mikey," she told him, "he woke in a dream, and I'll be back in a minute." She returned and said to him, "Its 4.40 Mark." It was all she needed to say, they made love, sweet soft magical powerful love. "Mark, it's time, you have to go baby, come on, let's get up. He reluctantly did so. They made their way down arm in arm. At the bottom of the stairs Nancy said. "Mark, I hate this, I feel dreadful, but we have to end, we can't go on. Believe it or not but I do love Darren. This can and will only end in disaster." Her words were soft but unequivocal, but he knew she was right, his heart broke, he was in love with her now. He nodded his head, kissed her; there were tears in his eyes. Nancy was crying too, she didn't tell him that she knew he had made her pregnant. No doctor in the world could tell her that, but Nancy knew, her next baby's father was standing right in front of her. Mark left, but forever in his life there would always be a special place in his heart for the first love of his life. A Wife Submits "Do you want a divorce?" He said. "God no!" I blurted, then in a calmer voice, "No." "So it was a mistake?" I hesitated I hadn't officially responded to his first question yet. But then gave in, "Yes." I said. "These things happen he said, you won't do it again?" "Oh god never. I swear, if you can forgive me I... I... I won't ever." "I forgive you." he said and turned over and shut off his light. I sat there stunned. I knew Will was hurting and it killed me, but I couldn't go to him. And I was fuming at Joe. I wanted to kill him. Literally. 7 The next weeks were heavy with guilt and shame. Will was pretending like he had forgiven me. He was kind to me, kissed me when he left for work, asked about me over dinner, but that was all. It seemed all he could manage and I couldn't blame him. Those words that I had repeated over and over to Joe rang out in my mind, "cheating cunt." and what made it worse is that every time they did, my vagina squeezed and my clit began to ache. I would begin feeling bad about how I treated Will and end up with a desire to masturbate thinking about how Joe had fucked me, used me. After a month of this I was fed up and I couldn't continue. I told myself to let it go but I couldn't. I told myself my husband, kind and generous and strong as he was had forgiven me, I should forgive I myself. But I couldn't. I couldn't feel guilty without getting turned on, I couldn't think of Joe without hating him and yet I couldn't stop masturbating. I hated myself. I needed to regain control. I decided I needed to see him, to tell him that he was an asshole, to prove to myself that I could control myself in his presence. I told myself I knew what I was doing, but it was only a very thinly veiled lie. I told my husband on a whim that I was going to have dinner with my sister on Friday. Something that often lasts late into the night. I'll drop by her house after I see Joe and have dinner with her. This thing with Joe won't last long. HA HA. 8 In the car driving to Joe's, I was nervous, full of my own lie. I was whispering things like I'm going to show him. I'll prove that he can't control me. But even as I said these things I knew I was lying. I knew I was setting myself up for a repeat of the reunion. I couldn't stop though. That's not true, I didn't want to stop and I needed to believe the lie just enough so that I wouldn't be forced to deal with the truth. I wanted Joe to fuck me again. Some where in the back of my mind I had this fantasy that Joe would take me in his arms and make love to me. It was something I didn't really believe, that I told myself I didn't even want, but the thought lingered. The more I told myself that this thought was ridiculous the more I believed it. It was like not believing it made it more likely. I knocked on the door. Joe opened it, he was wearing jeans, loafers and a button down loosely tucked in. My face was set. I was determined to appear strong. Joe's look was one of mild irritation. "I thought you'd show up back here." "There's some things we need to discuss Joe." I said trying to sound authoritative, trying to come off like I didn't want to be here either except for these things we needed to discuss. "Erica I'm getting ready for a poker party, I don't have time for this right now." "I'm not leaving," I said, "This is important." He scoffed, leered at my tits for an instant and then turned his back on me. "come in." he said. "But you'll have to wait for me while I get ready." "Fine," I said. He took me through the main area of the house, up the stairs and then through to a den where he had set up a poker table. There were chips and dips and other snacks on a side table and there was one of those little refrigerators with a beer tap coming out the top beside the table. He pointed to a door off the den and said, "You can wait in there. Close the door." I walked over to the room and put my hand on the door handle and turned around. Joe had already turned and was walking back the way we came. But I called out anyway. "Don't make me wait to long Joe I need to get back home." After I said this I thought it was the right thing to say. That'll make it clear to him that my thoughts are on my home, my family, my husband. He won't try his crap on me today. This thought made me feel both strong and worried that he wouldn't try his crap on me. I opened the door and went into the room. The sun was setting and though it wasn't dark yet, I knew it would be in another hour. It was a bedroom and my hopes rose, creating immediate feelings of guilt and shame. I sat on the edge of the bed, to wait. My mind was a mess of thoughts and emotions. I wanted him to make love to me, at least fuck me. I didn't want to cheat again, I didn't want to hurt Will or endanger my family, I wanted him to come back, I wanted get up and leave. I sat there and could not stop the voice in my head and I just listened and listened as it went on an on. Then I heard a noise. Someone was coming. Was it Joe. God please at least fuck me, I'll do anything you want, I thought. My vagina clenched. Dirty cheating cunt. And my vagina clenched again. I moved my hand to my clit and pushed on it through my skirt. Pleasure. The tiniest bit, but it felt better by a long shot than the ravings of my mind. Slut it said, dirty, cheating, cunt. It said. I pushed harder, rubbed a little trying to drown out my mind with sensation. But the truth was it was those words that made it feel so good to rub. Dirty cheating slut oh yes. He's coming. Hes going to make love to me. Slut oh yes, dirty cheating oh yes, cunt ohhhh yes. But then I heard voices. He's not alone. Not just one other person, two or more were entering the poker room just outside my door. I could hear the men talking and laughing. It was hard to really hear what they were saying but they sounded jovial, joking boasting, men. The heat between my legs was now ignored. I started to stand, I was going to leave. But I sat back down again. What would I say when I went out. Is it possible that I know any of these men? What would they think of me coming out of this bedroom. I couldn't leave, I realized that. So I waited there with my thoughts, confused and embarrassed by my inability to take action. I heard more and then more men come until it sounded like a party outside my door. The light faded in the room until it was dark, only the ceiling was lit by lights which shone onto the drive of the large home. Eventually the men settled down, I could tell they had begun to play, it had been more than an hour it was dark. The room had no clock and I had left my cell in the car. I have a great fear of pocket dialing and I didn't want to worry about it. Now I wished I had brought it. I lay back on the bed and looked at the ceiling. I feared sleep, for once in the last month I had no urge to masturbate, I felt trapped like a dog in one of those chain link runs. I felt exposed, like all the men next door knew I was here, cowering and hiding from them. I might have fallen asleep, because when the door opened I jolted up to my elbows. It was Joe. He didn't come all the way into the room, just stuck his head in, and the noise told me the poker party was still going. "Your the entertainment, strip to your underwear, the boys are getting warmed up. Soon one of them will be along." Then he shut the door, he didn't wait for my response, didn't even care about the expression on my face, which was horror, he probably didn't see it, it was dark in the room now. No matter he didn't care how I felt about it, I knew that. 9 God, Shit I've got to get out of here. I stood up, I paced, I went to the door two or three times. I even put my hand on the handle and twisted it once, but I couldn't bring myself to walk out of that room, to face those men. I went to the window, it opened, but I was on the second floor and there was nothing to jump onto. It was straight down maybe fifteen feet or more and that's if I hung on the outside of the house first. No I couldn't jump. I closed the window. I paced more. Then I heard cheering. They were cheering a man, taunting him, cajoling him, egging him on. His name I heard, Robert. I panicked I didn't know what to do. I was trying to think if I knew any Roberts. I didn't think so. I started to strip. I had no other choice, maybe it was dark enough they wouldn't recognize me. I looked around the room, I could make everything out, except in the corners. There was no color or detail but shapes were clear and delineated. I prayed that it was that dark enough. In only my bra and panties I lay back on the bed, facing away from the door. And then it opened. A ray of light shone along my back. And then went away when the door closed again. Robert didn't say anything but I could hear his belt being undone and his pants falling to the floor. As he walked around to where my head was I could feel his eyes on my body. He had his right hand on his cock stroking it as he came into view. He looked at me and I looked up at him. The details of his face dim in the dark room. "Suck it." he said and rubbed it against my lips. I opened my mouth, took him in and moved my hand up to hold it. "No hands." He uttered. Moving his own hands to the back of my head. At first he moved himself slowly in and out of my sucking mouth as his dick became harder. I had moved on to my side to use my hand but he reached out then and pulled my body closer to him spreading my legs. He pushed the fabric of my underwear aside and began to roughly finger me. At the same time he picked up his pace. "Suck it bitch, that's right. Make my cock hard for you. You want it up in you don't you." "mmmhmm, yes." I whimpered without thinking. I wasn't thinking at all I realized. There was too much, more than I could think about, so I sucked this mans cock instead. I thought about it not as penis like my husbands, but as a cock, and when he spoke to me I just accepted his words. I didn't think about them as demeaning. When he said "suck," I sucked, "Make it hard bitch." So I tried to make it hard. And when he asked if I, "wanted it up in me," I said yes, because it was true, I did want him up in me. But most of all I wanted him to keep talking, keep telling me what to do. I didn't want to have to think about it. "Ya that's right you whore, suck it, make it ready." "mmmm" I moaned over his prick, his fingers still stretching me, making me wide for him. Open. "Turn around, put your legs on the floor and face away from me." I did what he told me to, and then without bidding reached back with both hands and pulled the cheeks of my ass aside arching my back to accommodate this man Robert. "Alright," he said and chuckled, "Your as willing as they come." My ass arched again, beckoning him, and he plunged into me. It felt so good I moaned loudly. Too loudly and there was a chorus of laughter from the room next door. He continued sliding in and out of me until he too moaned, but quieter. He tensed, drove deep pushing me forward onto the bed, his weight coming down on top of me. Then he pulled back and moved slowly in and out for a bit. He, Robert, climbed off of me then, awkwardly pushing off until he was standing again. He cleaned himself off with a stack of towels that were sitting on the bedside table, I guess I hadn't noticed them before. He pulled his pants back on and opened the door. The light streamed in onto my exposed vagina. The room outside had grown quiet when the door opened. He said loud enough for everyone to hear. "Your a good fuck lady." And then he went out and closed the door. I lay there my pussy hot now and starting to drip the cum that that man had put up inside me. The feeling of him running out brought back the world and I thought about my situation. I knew the next man would be coming soon. I didn't know how many were out there exactly but another one at least would come and soon. I thought about Will, and then didn't want to. Couldn't. Instead I slipped my hand underneath me and began to rub my clit. It was covered in a strange man's semen. I slid my fingers higher to my hole and they slid in easily, lubricated with my own wetness and his. I slid my other hand down and used it to rub my clit while the other slid in and out of my juicy slit. "Slut," I said to myself, and imagined the next man who would open the door, "cheating cunt," I said. And I came shoving my face into the bed and moaning into the duvet. I had just enough time to clean up a little before the next man came. It was much like before, but he climbed on me and whispered terrible things in my ear. Things I've never heard before. I came with him inside me. I came again when he drove deep filling me. Two more men came after that, I didn't recognize any of them, but Joe wasn't one of them. I must have fell asleep because the door opened later and when it did I awoke. Everything was quiet now and I recognized Joe in the doorway. "You were a hit," he said, "The guys all want your number," He chuckled a bit shaking his head, "They want you for our next poker party." I didn't respond. Joe was back lit and I couldn't see his face. "I told them that your almost forty, but they didn't believe me." I just lay there, I felt pride, which made me feel ashamed. I didn't know what to say. I wanted him to come to me, in the back of my mind I wanted him to make love to me now. I hoped he would. "It doesn't really work out well for me, because as I told you the last time I like younger women." I was quiet still. But hurt by his comment about my age. He walked into the room and over to the bed. I almost began to shake with anticipation. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "I don't fuck old bags like you, but I do want to get off before I go to bed." Again the hurt. He reached out and grabbed my hair. That same hold from before, not forcing but clear. He wasn't going to make love to me, I knew that know. I had always known it. He moved me off the bed and onto the floor until I was kneeling before him. He was going to use my body, my mouth. Then he guided my face towards his prick. "Suck me off you old whore." His words stung, but my tired pussy flared with a renewed lust. Joe reached beside him and flipped on the light. Light flooded the room and my dark adjusted eyes lost focus for a moment. When I could see, I saw him looking down at me smirking. "You are quite a sight." he said, his comment was not meant to be flattering and I felt an embarrassed heat run up my neck and into my cheeks. "Let's go" he said and guided me forward. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth letting Joe inside of my body. Suddenly my head shook with a small but violent shake. I looked back up at him quickly. "Right here." he said pointing to his eyes with his free hand, and I understood that I wasn't to look away from him. Will, my life outside of this room came to me and my hand went instinctively to my cunt and began to circle my still sensitive clit, I couldn't think about that. He was slowly moving me off and then all the way onto himself until he pushed against the back of my throat. "OK, you can cum too," he said almost warmly, 'but not till I'm done." Again my head jerked suddenly and his eyes became stern. "Not till I'm done." He said holding himself all the way inside of me. "mmmm hmmm." I gurgled and repeated my affirmation with my eyes." "That's right." he smiled, and then his face returned to a cool impassiveness that never changed while he worked himself in and out of my mouth and sometimes into my throat. After awhile he began to speed up. "Now I'm going to cum in your mouth and you are going to swallow my stuff." I told him I would with my eyes. But it wasn't enough because again he pushed himself into my throat and jerked my head. "mm hmm yaaaaeeaas." I said. "That's right you dirty old cheating cunt, you need to answer Joe." And then began to fuck my face as if it were my pussy, and finally shoved himself deeply into me, like the men did earlier when they were cumming into my belly. I felt his cock pump and jerk in my mouth. His semen running straight into and down my throat, with almost no taste. And then he pulled back and then in and out slowly. "Make sure it's clean Erica." When it was, he pulled it from my mouth and put it back into his pants. With that same cool dismissiveness he pulled a few dollars from his front pocket. "I know you don't need the money," He said, "But whores should be paid, it's a matter of principle." Then he dropped the bills. One fell at my knees, another flittered down his legs and landed tipped up on one of his shoes. He turned and flipped the light off, walking out of my little room. "Next poker party is in three weeks." he said and then left. I heard him walk about halfway across the poker room. "Oh you can cum now if you want, then get the fuck out of my house." Authors Note: She did. She lent forward and put her face on the carpet, right beside the dollar that had landed on Joe's shoes. She used both hands and it didn't take her long. After it subsided she picked herself up off the floor, went to the bedside table and using a clean towel and what was left of a glass of water one of the men had left her, washed and dried herself the best she could. The voice didn't come to her in the car, it didn't call her names or try to make her feel guilty. It was done now, all talked out. She drove home in silence, placid and calm. She didn't shower when she got home, just got into bed and scooted her bottom against Will's warm back. She was tired, exhausted, needed to sleep. Will still asleep turned and enveloped her in his arms and body like he used to before the first time. She wondered distantly if the voice would be back tomorrow. Admonishing her, arousing her. She felt warm now, safe. She hoped not, but not for very long. She fell asleep. End