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BJ Blue Chronicles Ch. 1

By: BJ Blue



Chapter 1: Home Early

As I sit in my car, I'm enjoying the buzz that the weed has given me. It is a nice mellow buzz that has me very relaxed. It also has me unbelievably horny. So I figure I'll finish the joint I have in my hand and go and wake my wife, Wanda, up for a hot sweaty fuck. After being gone all week, I've worked up a serious sexual appetite. I was expecting to be home in the morning, but instead, I drove straight through the night and made great time.

I'll leave my suitcase in the car and get it tomorrow; I'm fucking stoned as hell. I have to be quiet or my dogs will no nuts and wake Wanda up and spoil the surprise. If I get Wanda hot enough before I fuck her, she'll return the favor. She gives amazing head, and she swallows. What more can a man ask for? Luckily, the dogs are fast asleep upstairs and give me no trouble. As I make my way through the house, I stop at the bathroom to piss, and wash up a bit. As I wash the soap from my face, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror. I am really high, and it shows in my eyes. My wife doesn't have a problem with me smoking dope; in fact she likes it when I do. Grass makes me horny and also makes me a fantastic lover (if I do say so myself). It's kind of like Viagra, only Viagra doesn't make your eyes look like this.

Wearing just my boxers, I approach the bedroom, and I stop in my tracks. My wife is moaning like a fucking virgin on prom night. She's getting herself off! I'll have to be careful and see if I watch her through the slightly open door without alerting her that I'm here. As I poke my head slowly into the dark room, I am frozen when I hear another moan from some one else. That bitch! When I finally see where that other moan is coming from, I'm stunned. There is a black man with his huge cock stuffed in my wife's mouth. Both of his hands are grabbing her blonde hair and she loves every second of it. I can't see her face completely, but I can tell from her moans that she's really into it. After a few moments he lays down on my bed and she continues to work her mouth down his tool. After what seems like an eternity, she climbs up and has a seat on his cock. "Oh yeah baby, fuck me" she says as she gives a deep sigh. She's rockin and grinding all over him. If this weren't my wife, it would actually be pretty hot. I never had any clue that she would do something like this. For all I know, she's been doing this for years. How many times have I gone away for a day? A week? This may be a regular habit for her.

"Fuck me harder" she says as she gasps. "Give me that big cock". The guy has a big smile on his face as he gets up and puts Wanda on her hands and knees. She moans again when he plunges his dick into her pussy. He has a lock on her hips and he's slamming her as hard as he can. As my eyes become a bit more accustomed to the darkness, I can see things pretty clearly now. Perhaps a bit too clearly. I want to look away, but I just can't. It's like a terrible accident along the road. Only instead of someone slamming into a tree, he's slamming his tree into my wife.

She's got her face buried in her pillow, screaming her head off when he pulls out and rolls her over. He props her head up a bit on the pillow and rubs his cock on her lips. She opens her mouth wide and sucks the pussy juice off of his dick. After about a minute of this, he pulls out and shoots about seven or eight streams of cum all over her face. She moans again and jerks his tool until she has every drop on her. She rubs the white stuff all over her face with one hand and continues to yank his crank with the other. Man, this guy is a fucking animal. Is he a porn star? Jesus Christ! How am I supposed to compete with this?

I back out of the door grab some shorts and sneak back to my car. As I ease out onto the street, I'm already plotting my revenge. She will be my sexual slave or we're through. She will do what I want, when I want and with WHOM I want. Our sex life has always been good, but it's about to get a lot better...

BJ Blue Chronicles Ch. 2



As I think back on that night, I'm very proud of the way I reacted. Instead of charging into the bedroom and beating the hell out of my wife, I left and collected my thoughts. I parked down by the river and got drunk. About half way through my second 6 pack, a friend of mine, Jim, pulled his car alongside mine. "What's up?" he asked.

"Well, I've had a fairly bad night, so I'm drowning my sorrows in Budweiser and weed," I explain as I pass him a joint through the window. "I came home early to surprise my wife and found her eating something she's not suppose to be eating."

"So what? What was she eating?" Jim asked.

"A big black cock."

"Wow. That's gotta hurt. Did you kick his ass?"

"Nope. I walked out, bought some beer and came here," I explained.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm pondering my choices. The way I look at it, I have two. I can wait until morning to go home and not let on that I know. Or I can go back home now and beat the shit out of her boyfriend and tell her how it's gonna be."

"I'd have blood on my hands already if it were me," Jim said. "I say you go get the fucker."

"Wanna have some fun?" I said as I smiled.

"Sure. Let's go." Jim shut off his Firebird and hopped in my car. We threw some ideas back and forth until I was satisfied. We drove to my house and parked a block away so we wouldn't disturb anyone. We snuck to the back of the house and walked in very quietly. We stopped in the kitchen to grab what we needed and continued on toward the bedroom. As we approached, I could hear the bed springs squeaking ever so faintly. I looked at Jim and whispered, "We're in luck. He's still here." I almost respected the size of this guys balls. It takes a hell of a man to lay pipe to another man's wife in his bed, when he's not around. Was she planning to wash the sheets, or was she just going to let me lie down in the crust from his wet spot and not say a word? I got more and more pissed as I reached for the door handle.

I looked at Jim and nodded. This was it. I pushed the door open very slowly and we crouched down and walked toward the bed quietly. When we got next to the bed, I could hear the moaning start to come from my wife. Jim dove on top of the guy banging my wife and held him down with all of his strength. As soon as Jim was locked in place, I took the rolling pin I had taken from the kitchen and shoved as much of it into this bastard's ass as I could manage with both my hands. He screamed instantly and then his scream evolved into a cry. He sounded truly sorry that he had picked my wife to shove his cock into. After the third shove of my weapon, my wife began to cry and scream also. "Shut up or you're both fucking dead," I warned them. They slowly stopped the screaming, and I informed them what was happening. "I'm done with you. You can get your clothes and get the fuck out," I told the man as I turned on the light and got my first look at the man who was feeding his pork to my wife.

I pulled the pin from his ass and he slowly climbed out of my bed and bent to pick his shorts up. He started to put them on when I slapped his head with the spatula in my hand. "Just fucking leave. Get dressed outside."

"I'm sorry man," he stuttered. I brought the blood covered rolling pin up sharply into his nut sack as he spoke. He dropped like a stone.

"Get the fuck out now."

He was crying again as he gingerly left my house. I looked at my wife and told her, "Now it's your turn cunt."

She begged me not to hurt her, and I had no intention of doing that. At least not yet. I sat down beside her and caressed her hair and face. "Some things are going to change. All those times I asked you to try something different, you refused. From now on, I won't be asking. I'll be telling. Do you understand?"

"Like what?" she said, still whimpering.

"Well, for starters me and my friend here are going to fuck that tight little asshole of yours for awhile." She didn't say a word or move a muscle so I moved her. I bent her over so I could get at her ass. "Stick your cock in her mouth while I do this, and don't be gentle," I instructed Jim.

He dropped his pants to the floor and grabbed the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. She gagged occasionally as he forced his tool into her throat, but he didn't stop. As he was doing this I pulled her ass cheeks apart and slipped a finger into her backside. She hated anal sex. We had done it once and she refused to even attempt it again. "I'll even lube up a bit. You don't deserve it, but I don't want to hurt my dick." I put a small amount of lube on my unit and rubbed it against the crack of her ass. She started to pull off Jim's cock and look around when he pulled her head back around by her hair. I pushed my cock into her pooper and didn't stop pushing until I was all the way in. She started to cry but she kept working on Jim's cock. I was rocking her ass pretty good for several minutes. I pulled out and told Jim to switch places with me. He took the tube of jelly and put some on his dick while I used my wife's nightgown to wipe the used lubricant off myself.

He was just as rough with her asshole as he was with her mouth. When she opened her mouth to yell, I grabbed her with both of my hands and shoved my cock deep into her throat. I thought for sure she was going to puke when I extended to my fullest. As hard as we both were fucking away at both ends, I thought we might meet in the middle. 

We went at her back and forth for at least fifteen minutes before we decided that she had had enough. He pulled out and shot a big load all over her back while I made a deposit on her face. As the semen hit her eyes, she closed them hard and reached to wipe them out. I slapped her hand away and held her head up by the hair and shot the rest directly into her eyes. "Was it worth it bitch?" I asked her. She lay on the bed in a heap crying. "I'm sorry," she said softly.

"Do you feel used?" I asked her.

"Yes," she replied.

"I haven't even begun to use you yet," I laughed as I pulled my pants on. Jim and I left and went to finish the beer and pick up his car. That was good therapy. I wasn't even mad anymore...



BJ Blue Chronicles Ch. 3



I awoke in the morning and opened my eyes. To my surprise, Wanda was still sleeping. I thought for sure she would have snuck out during the night and gone to a friend's house. I watched her sleep for about 10 minutes before I spoke, "Wake up," I said. She stirred slowly and finally opened her eyes. It was apparent she had been crying most of the night. "Did you have fun last night?"

She looked more than a little bitter and responded, "What do you think asshole? I was gang raped. Was I supposed to like it?"

"You weren't gang raped. You were simply punished," I corrected her. I went on to explain to her that I had witnessed her fuck fest earlier in the evening and that I left to figure out what I was going to do about it.

"I'm sorry I did it," she said, "I never meant for it to happen."

"How long have you been doing this to me?" I asked her.

"It started a couple of months ago. We met at the bar one night and I couldn't stop myself. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't say no."

"Believe it or not, I'm not angry anymore. I got the anger out of system last night. Now, we're going to have some fun."

"What kind of fun?" she asked apprehensively.

"For years, I've been begging you for something to liven up our sex life. You've always told me you wouldn't do it because you were a married woman. Now that I know that doesn't mean anything to you, you have no excuses left."

"It does mean something to me! I said I was sorry."

I went into great detail about the things I had planned. I told her about all the things she would be doing. I didn't ask her once if she would do them; I told her. I was planning to bring home a girl from the bar that night for some action and she was going to enjoy it. At the very least, she was going to make me think she enjoyed it. She listened the entire time. When I was finished, she asked me "And if I say no?"

"Then I'll move out, and begin the tiresome process of explaining to everyone in town what a whore you are. I'd hate for it to come to that, but I will if I have to." I was trying not to show any emotion, but I couldn't fight the grin that crept to my lips. I kissed her and got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower and dress. As I started to wash myself I realized my cock was hurting pretty bad from the ass ramming I had given Wanda. If my dick was this sore, I couldn't imagine how bad her poopchute was burning. I finished showering and dressed. When I walked out of the bathroom, she walked past me without speaking and locked the bathroom door behind her. "The Preparation-H is by the sink," I told her through the door as I walked away laughing to myself.

I went to the computer to check my email and then I made myself a sandwich. I figured I'd watch a baseball game on my big screen all afternoon and then head to the bar after supper. She didn't speak to me the entire day, and I didn't mind a bit. I watched the ballgame but I couldn't concentrate. My dick was hard the whole day because it knew what was coming later that night. I knew it would be no problem finding a girl who would do what I had in mind. Many women are open to the idea of eating a little pussy. You just have to figure out which ones. I knew of about a dozen or so and I was pretty sure that at least one of them would be at the bar.

At around 8:00 I told Wanda I was heading uptown. "I'll be back around midnight. Be ready for a wild night."

"I don't want to go down on a woman. It's gross. Can't I just suck your cock instead?" This was the first time she had complained since I laid out the plan to her, but I expected it.

"You may get to suck my cock and you may not. But the lovely young woman I bring home with me will. I have other things in store for you." I went to the car and headed uptown. It only took about 5 minutes to get to the bar, and parking was easy. I was early enough, and after I grabbed a beer, I had no problem finding a corner table where I could scope out the action and pick a fitting prospect. 

After about an hour of drinking and watching, I looked up and one of my rug-munching candidates was approaching. When she was about 25 feet away, Kid Rock's "Early Morning Stoned Pimp" came on the jukebox behind me. It was like a sign that this would be the one. When the song came on, everything went in slow motion and I stared at Angie as she got nearer to me. "Hey Sexy! Can I get you a beer?" I figured I would start working on her right away. If I could home before midnight, that was just more sex I could have.

"Sure, BJ. I'll take a Bud Light." I got up to buy her one, and after I put it down on the table, I pulled her chair out for her. "Thanks. Anything going on tonight."

She was quite hot, and I was already picturing her nipples in my wife's mouth and I had a pretty big smile on my face. "Funny you should ask," I told her. "I was hoping there would be something going on tonight. But I'll need your help to make it happen." We had been flirting for years, and I was pretty sure she would be receptive to the idea. She knew my wife, but they merely acquaintances. I gave her the details of what I wanted from her. I told her about the black man I found banging Wanda and how I dealt with him. I even told her what Jim and I had done to Wanda.

"Jesus. Don't you think that was a bit harsh?" she asked.

"Which one? What I did to her or him?"

"Wanda. Is she okay?"

"She's fine. We didn't hurt her. We made her backside a bit sore, but that's all. I never punched her. She just won't be sitting properly for awhile." I continued with the details of what I wanted her to do. "I know you're not averse to this type of sex, and I would love to see it. Of all the women I could have asked, I picked you. That should tell you something." I knew I was getting to her.

"I have no problem doing it with a woman, but I don't want to get involved in something that's going to piss her off. I just love sex." What a perfect attitude. I was so glad she was the one to show up tonight.

"Don't worry about it. I know that you will make it so good for her, that she can't be pissed when she's done. Is it possible for a woman to be pissed when she's coming? I know I can't do it. Make her come and you know you're safe." After about 5 more beers, she agreed to do it and we left. I told her where to park at my house and she followed me home. I was going to be home about 45 minutes early and I was excited. Angie walked with me to the back door of the house, and I paused before I opened the door. I gave her a kiss and thanked her. God she was beautiful.

We walked in through the kitchen and into the living room. My wife was wearing her nightgown and sitting in my chair watching television. I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't actually think I would find anyone. "Honey, remember Angie?" I asked her.

"Hi Wanda. We're gonna have some fun tonight." Angie smiled.

Wanda still didn't say anything. I walked over to her and extended my hand. I looked at Angie and told her, "Go on in the bedroom and make yourself comfortable." I pointed her in the direction of the bedroom and that's where she went. I pulled Wanda from the chair and rubbed her breasts as I kissed her. She wasn't fighting me, so she must have finally accepted the idea and was ready to try it. "Why don't you go in the bedroom too, I'll be there in a bit"? She did as she was told, and I went to catch a buzz. 

I sat at the computer desk and rolled a nice tight joint. I was amazingly calm considering that my number one lifelong goal was about to be realized. I went to the bedroom and pushed the door open. Wanda and Angie were lying on their sides, facing each other and talking. They were both nude already. I guess Angie must be a pretty convincing woman. They both looked up when I came in. "I see you're getting along. Wanna listen to some music?"

"Sure. What you got," Angie asked me.

I put a CD that I had made up into my stereo. Since Kid Rock was still on my mind from the bar, that's what I played. I turned out the overhead light and turned on the nightlight for some nice mood lighting. "Devil Without a Cause" was the first tune. By the time Joe C came through the speakers proclaiming that he was "Three foot nine with a ten foot dick," the girls were kissing passionately. I knew Wanda would enjoy this.

Angie rolled Wanda onto her back and gently kissed her way down her tits and belly. She paused for a few moments to suck gently on each nipple. As she did this, her hand roamed down into my wife's already wet pussy and began to run two fingers in and out. My wife was beginning to moan and she spread her legs apart to allow Angie to put her face between them. Angie was doing a hell of a job on my wife's pussy. She very slowly turned around and positioned her bush in Wanda's face. I walked around to the other side of the room to watch my wife work. She appeared to be having a great time and buried her face deeply into Angie's cunt. I watched them play for nearly 30 minutes before I joined them. I've spent 20 years of my life praying for this day, there's no way I was going to rush it. 

When I finally did make my move, I went to Angie first and ran my hands over her gorgeous ass. She moaned now as I ran my fingers into her pussy from behind. She was still on my wife's face, so I had to share the bush with my wife's eager tongue. I moved to the other end and climbed onto the bed. I went between Wanda's legs and inched my hard cock into Angie's mouth when she looked up at me. She fingered Wanda's pussy with three fingers now as she went to work on my tool. This woman definitely had had some experience in the bedroom. She sucked my cock like an expert. 

After only a few minutes, I felt the engine start to boil. I was gonna go soon. I grabbed the back of her head, but it wasn't necessary. She wasn't going anywhere. I shot what seemed like a gallon into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and looked upset that there wasn't more. As I pulled my dick from her mouth, she went back to Wanda's pussy and by now, they were both drenched. They kept this up for another hour. I sat in the corner listening to the stereo and waiting for them to calm down a bit. I hated to interrupt them. I did eventually. But that's another story...



BJ Blue Chronicles Ch. 4



I dozed off for about an hour. When I woke up, Wanda and Angie were locked in a very nice 69 on the other side of the bedroom. I watched for a little while and I was very quickly getting hot. I decided to go to the bathroom before I joined them. I walked through the living room and headed for the can. As I approached, I heard a knock at the front door. Who could this be? It was going on 4 AM. I walked to the front window, and was stunned to see a beautiful blonde on the other side. It was Teri, a girl I had worked with for a few years awhile back. We had fooled around a bit once, so I saw no reason to cover my naked cock. I opened the front door and stood there wearing nothing but a smile. She smiled back at me and reached for the door handle. “Did I catch you at a bad time?” she asked and came into the house.

“Well, I was just taking a break to head to the bathroom. Almost time for round 2.” I joked.

“Can we talk for a bit?” she asked. “I had a fight with my boyfriend and went for a drive. For some reason, I ended up driving past your house and decided to wee if you were alone.”

“Everything ok? He didn’t hit you did he?” I would have killed the bastard if he had touched her. She was way too hot to be slapping around.

“Oh no. It was just an argument. But that means I won’t be fucking him tonight, and I’m hornier than I’ve been in years.”

“Follow me…”

She walked behind me and I led her to the kitchen. “Grab a drink and wait here. I’ll be right back.” I said and went for the bathroom. As I finished relieving myself, I was ready for action. I went back to the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks when I got there. Teri was naked sitting on the corner of the counter with her legs apart and a half empty beer bottle sliding slowly in and out of her pussy. I walked to her slowly and gently pulled the bottle from inside her and took a long drink. “Mmmm. Busch Light.” I smiled as I slid the bottle back inside. She gently rolled her head back and moaned as I inched the bottle inside. After a couple minutes of going up inside her I pulled the bottle out and offered it to her. She drank the rest of the bottle, set it on the counter beside her and pulled me closer. She gave me a deep tongue kiss and ran her hands down my back and along the sides of my ass. I bent down and kissed her nipples and sucked them very lightly. When she couldn’t wait any longer, she pushed my head lower. 

I eagerly pushed my face into the sweet pussy before me. Holy shit, she was coming already! This amazing woman was dripping and I had only started. I kept my mouth on her bush until she was begging me to stop. She could barely breathe and needed a break. I brought my head back up to kiss her stopping momentarily at her breasts again. After I kissed her mouth, she carefully pushed herself off the counter and got on her knees in front of me. I rested my hands where her butt had been and watched her as she guided my dick into her hot mouth. She was good. She took every inch of me inside her mouth and ran her soft hands over my balls. She went up and down on me for a few minutes. Not too fast, not too slow, she knew exactly what she was doing. She sensed I was about to come, so she stopped and stood up. She smiled at me again and turned her back to me. She turned her head around and moaned, “Fuck me”. 

I put my hands on her back and pushed her over the counter and rubbed my rock hard cock against her pussy. She let out a sound of pleasure as I entered her and proceeded deep inside. I kept going until I was all the way in. She arched her back a little and started rocking her hips. I had forgotten how tight this pussy was. We fucked each other hard until I knew I was ready to explode. “I’m gonna come soon” I whispered to her.

She quickly straightened, pulled my tool out of her and got on her knees once again. She took my cock once more and sucked it like a pro. Quickly, I was bracing myself on the counter as I sprayed wave after wave of come into her awaiting mouth. She swallowed every drop I had and licked me clean. We held each other for a bit, and she reached for her clothes that he had laid on the floor. “I’m glad your wife wasn’t home, I needed that.”

“I never said my wife wasn’t here. She in the bedroom with another chick,” I laughed.

“What? I thought you were alone!” She seemed angry, but I knew she wasn’t. “What’s going on?”

Well, it’s a long story. It all started like this…