24 comments/ 61964 views/ 20 favorites Devil in the Red Dress Ch. 02 By: Hand_On_The_Quill AUTHOR'S NOTE: For all who have been waiting a long time for this my apologies, my life got a bit busy. Fair warning for the inevitable horde of morons: This is a work of fiction. No, she is not my actual wife. For those who seem to confuse the Loving Wives section with Romance -- you might want to give this a skip (but if you want to read it anyway and get offended, leaving shrill insults in the comments, be my guest). For new comers to this nascent series, I would recommend reading part one first. * It was a surreal drive home. I was physically drained, the rush of our quick hard fuck had dissipated and my body was feeling languid and relaxed, yet a hard rock of excitement was bubbling up in my the pit of my stomach, enough to start breathing life back into my cock, as I contemplated the exquisite site of my just-fucked wife sat beside me. She was decadently disheveled; the thin strapless summer dress, bright red and a size too small, clung tight to her body, still sweat-slick from our car park session. Her long raven hair was hanging loose around her small pretty face and there was a faint trace of my cum across her high, rosy cheekbones where she had run my spent cock across her face when licking me clean. As I took our exit off the motorway the though ran through me again, like a shiver. She is full of my cum. Each traffic light heralded a heady mixture of torturous delay and breathless anticipation. We had already had a trucker, bald and fat, leer openly from his elevated vantage point down to our low profile sports car, staring at the bra-less cleavage of my blue eyed wife. I had expected Katie to tut in disapproval, to wind up the tinted window and pass a comment about how disgusting truckers were. Instead she had just looked over to me smiled wickedly and said "Looks like that was £500 well spent, even the apes seem to like it!" My sudden and confusing spike of desire left me speechless and unable to process the price, which was just as well. Nothing kills the mood faster than a man choking to death trying to say "How much?" Although in truth I was distracted by something more astonishing. Katie, grinning, pulled the hem of her dress higher, exposing vast tracts of her flawless thighs. I shot her a questioning and admiring look, eyebrow raised and she laughed and blew me a kiss then pointed to the road, which I had been ignoring. The next traffic lights drew near. Who might draw alongside? My heart was hammering and my cock began to stiffen. Jesus, when did random strangers staring at my wife suddenly become so exciting? When did my wife become this woman sat next to me? A glance in the mirror told me that a people carrier was pulling up alongside. My hands were trembling. The car pulled just ahead of ours, the driver was a middle aged plump woman who did not even glance in our direction. Katie glanced over to me and pouted, which dispelled my disappointment instantly as it was a clear signal Yes, I am playing this game. Tires squealed in my rush to reach the next set of lights, the last set before home. As we sat there we grinned at each other stupidly. A grey Volvo pulled up. Inside was an a grey haired man that I instantly recognized as Peter, who was the director of the local dramatic society that Katie had been involved in. I remembered Katie muttering something to me about auditions for a new production. I sow Katie go stock still with shock at recognizing him. Peter seemed to take an age to look over, his head swining in slow motion and his eyes resting on Katie's legs, widening, and then tracking up to her chest then finally her face, which had now gone bright red in embarrassment. After a long moment Peter visibly started as the shock of recognition hit him. I expected him to flush with embarrassment at his obvious lechery but to his credit he kept his cool, smiled and waved at Katie, who could do nothing but wave back. As we pulled away Katie dropped her head in her hands and I couldn't resist adding: "Bet that makes your next audition easier." She barked a laugh and playfully punched me in the arm. She was embarrassed, but excited - which was interesting. My cock was now rock hard, pressing uncomfortably against my trousers. I shifted in my seat and Katie glanced down, noticing the bulge. She smirked and reached over to squeeze it, sliding closer and whispering in my ear, rubbing my cock as she spoke. "Did you see how he looked at me? Before he recognized me I was just some hot meat for him to fuck. Now when he sees me that image will always be there, lurking behind his eyes. The fact that he has eye fucked me". I moaned, delighted at the shocking, lurid, language coming from my prim wife. Too soon, our drive way appeared and we pulled up. Once in the house I struggled up the stairs with the shopping and Katie made her way to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of merlot and a lager for me. I could hear the party next door, the faint sound of classic rock mixed with murmurings of conversation. Glancing out of the window I could see John, back from the shopping center, talking to a tall well built young man who was tending the smoking barbeque -- that must have been Eric. A could make out a few other people, none of whom were familiar. I cantered down the stairs and took the cold beer from my sexy wife's hand, noticing that she had already pounded down her wine. As I gulped down I felt her small hands once again wrap around my stiff cock. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her face in for a long kiss and felt one of her hands sneak into my boxers and cup my balls. "Shall we skip this party then?" I asked, my hands roaming down her back. She sighed. "No, we better not, you know how John has been dying to show Eric off to us." I groaned in frustration and Katie grinned, a glint in her eye. "Tell you what; I'll make it up to you. Naughty Katie can stay out to play for a while longer." "Done." I said quickly. She smiled and took my hand, leading my up to the bedroom, her perfect ass swinging in front of me with each step, delicious and enticing in the sheer red material. As she entered the bedroom she pulled down the dress, which pooled around her ankles leaving her naked body exposed. She threw a look over her shoulder in a glamour girl pose and pranced over to her wardrobe like a cat-walk model, her firm ass and tits bouncing. I ached with desire but forced myself still. Once in front of the wardrobe she stopped and turned to me pulling her most innocent looking face. "Will hubby help me choose some underwear?" I was over in a flash, rummaging through her draw like a crazed pervert. Finally I found what I was looking for, a tiny laced thong, sheer black with frills. I handed it to her and found the matching bra. She elegantly slipped on the thong and then turned for me to help her with the clap of the bra. Once done she bent from the waist and reached into the bottom draw for her stockings and suspenders, giving me a achingly lovely view of her perfect, thong covered ass. How I restrained myself from throwing her on the bed and fucking her senseless is beyond me. I stood mute, watching as she pulled on the stockings and fastened them, thinking how beautiful and slutty she would look. I watched as she padded over to her dresser. She noticed me and caught my eye in the mirror. "Don't stand there and gawp! Go shower!" she glanced down at my crotch and added "maybe a cold one." I took her advice. A few moments later I emerged, towel around my waist and saw that Katie had slipped the dress back on and was nearly ready. She looked stunning and sexy. She was outrageously overdressed for a casual barbeque and looked more than a little like an escort. All of this pleased me in a new and, if I am honest, a slightly disturbing way. She looked me up and down and wolf whistled, appreciating the gut wrenching hours I had been putting in at our gym. My spin class instructor Lisa's super tight lycra shorts were probably responsible for at least half of my emerging six pack. I threw on some clothes and grabbed a couple of bottles of wine from our fridge. I heard Katie clomping down the stairs after me and in a moment we were out the door and making our way over to John's. Another strange and erotic moment; knocking at John's door, as we had done countless times before, stood on his ragged mat, shouting 'Welcome!' to muddy feet, except this time, my wife was stood next to me dressed like a hooker, her cunt still full of my cum. I struggle to keep myself flaccid. John's youngest daughter answered the door, Cynthia, down for the summer from her university; she was short and pudgy but a joy to be around with a sharp wit and a warm demeanor. "Oh, you made it!" she glanced at Katie, eyes widening slightly, "are you guys got another party or something?" she asked tentatively. Katie seized on the opportunity. "Oh, we thought we would hit a club after this, but you know how Dan is at waiting for me to get ready...." I nodded sheepishly, thinking how terribly thin the story was. Clubbing? We hardly did that when we were students... Thankfully Cynthia swallowed the line, her face brightening. "Oh that's great! You should take Eric. He is going nuts with boredom. Apparently all of his old friends are either bankers or still in Basra...." She kept up a constant prattle which I ignored as I watched my wife squeeze past me through the doorway. I gave her ass a hard squeeze as she passed me by and followed the girls into the main living room. As is normal with these kinds of events there was a strange mix of people. I spent a few moments introducing myself to a bunch of strangers, all of which gawped at my wife. Katie was charm incarnate, laughing and joking with total strangers with an ease which I envied. Someone had conjured us a couple of drinks and soon we were in the spirit of things. I soon got into a conversation with one of the men I knew from a village cricket match I had participated in when I noticed that Katie had managed to attract a semi circle of young men around her, all of which were trying very hard to simultaneously stare at her chest while looking like they were really engaging in intelligent conversation. "Katie looks lovely today." James commented, before burying his face into his pint, drips falling off his beard. "Yeah, cost a lot though" I said, trying to cover my intense stare. Did I look jealous? Or approving? What was worse? "Worth it." Came James's reply. I laughed. Always liked James, he was a no nonsense bloke. John found us after a while and dragged Katie and I out to meet Eric. "Eric! Meet the Mr. and Mrs. Williams from next door." Eric was huge. At least six foot four and built like a militarized out-house. His hand fairly crushed mine. He had a large, square jaw and short cropped blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. After I shook his hand Katie stepped up and I was struck at the contrast between the two, with Katie being so tiny. He completely towered over her and she had to step up on her tip toes while he had to bend for her to plant a couple of kisses on his cheek in a surprising 'continental' greeting. It did not escape my notice that no one else at this party had got that treatment. Eric turned out to be an intriguing young man. Twenty two, he had just come back from a tour of Iraq with the Royal Marine commandos. He was evasive about his time out there and we didn't press him, but we gathered that he was having trouble being a civilian again, at least until he went back out, which he expected to be in three or four months, after a few weeks R&R and a lucky posting at a base not too far away. Struggling for things to say to him, I remembered that John had mentioned something about a girlfriend, years back when we were just getting to know each other, and I carelessly asked him where she was. He smiled thinly at me and told me how he had got a 'Dear John' while in Basra and hadn't met anyone since, seeing as he knew so few people back here and Iraq wasn't exactly a great place for finding love. There was an awkward silence. I could see a look of compassion on Katie's face and thankfully she changed the subject deftly, asking Eric if he was a Rugby player, squeezing his huge biceps, already convinced. He laughed and said he played inside center, which was what I played as well. I told him that I prayed to every god that I didn't face him on the field and the tension was dispelled. As the afternoon turned into evening on we got steadily more smashed. Katie had put away the better part of a bottle and a half of wine and I was about seven pints in (again, Jesus maybe I had a problem). I found myself losing track of Katie who had been talking and, it seemed, flirting with young Eric. The booze had loosened her up some more and she was in great form, joking and laughing, touchy and affectionate. She was still causing a bit of a scene wherever she went. All the men present were almost constantly staring at her assets and as the evening wore on and inhibitions waned, this only got worse. After a while someone decided to play DJ and plugged in an iPod, turning the volume right up. This got the crowd going and soon we found ourselves cutting shapes on the dance floor. Katie sought me out and we spent a few numbers dancing together, her slender body sliding up against mine while I stole the occasional kiss into her hair or against her neck, which drew wolf whistles from the others. I lasted until the inevitable Greece mega mix, to which I refused to dance on point of principle. Katie pouted at me and put her hands on her hips in the classic tee-pot pose, her face one of comic disappointment. She need not have worried - Eric, who had not been dancing at all until this point, swept in and set her twirling, his huge hands engulfing hers as he spun her around. I grinned and stumbled off to find another beer. On my way to the bar I ran into James again and got distracted into a conversation about the impending test series. I lost track of time in the intricacies of our arm-chair cricket wisdom and missed the fact that the music had changed to a few slow numbers. Quite by chance I shifted position and looked over James' shoulder, to see Katie slow-dancing with Eric, her small body pressed up against his muscular frame. The contrasts between the two were an erotic vision: her petite stature against his towering bulk, her dark, long hair matched against his cropped blonde, her vivid red designer dress pressed up against his navy blue casual jeans and tight tee-shirt. I love Cricket more than most things, but suddenly the lack of 'real' fast bowlers seemed much less interesting than it had a minute or two previously. The supercharged lust of earlier seemed to rocket back into me. The number ended and they pulled apart, Eric wondering over to his father and Katie making a bee-line straight for me, her eyes dancing. I excused myself from James and intercepted her halfway. I opened my mouth to speak but she cut straight across me in an intense whisper: "You need to go to the toilet, now!" I stared at her, mouth agape, not understanding. She pulled up against me and rose on her toes, whispering in my ear "I'll be there in two minutes, I'll knock four times." It was the longest two minutes of my life, excitement building in me as I waited in the small cramped toilet. After an eternity, four knocks. I cracked open the door and Katie whirled in, her mouth seeking mine in a frenzy. I felt her tongue slide in and matched her for intensity, my cock rearing up like a cobra. Katie grabbed it and pushed me down onto the toilet seat and started working on the zipper. "What's got into you?" I asked wonderingly, as she released me and started stroking the length, on her knees in our kindly neighbor's house. "Mmmm, I'm just horny and we never picked up where we left off, did we?" She smiled up at me, her face angelic and her hands full swollen meat. I felt the slick caress of her tongue as she took me in her mouth I thrust my hips forward in pleasure. "Oh, fuck. Not that I am complaining or anything. Jesus. But something has set you off." Katie was making slurping sounds as she engulfed my cock, working it deeper and faster. "Does it matter?" she asked when she came up for air, her blue eyes resting on mine, her fist still pumping. "It's just that I want to bottle it up. Oh fuck that is good. So I can use it when you have headaches," she stuck her tongue out at me and then took my balls into her mouth, which she never did. I nearly cried with pleasure, her tongue tracing small circles. Katie then stood up, hiked up her dress about her hips and straddled me, sliding my cock deep inside, the flimsy thong shoved to one side. She rode me hard, her ass moving in a blur and she brought her mouth up to my ear, speaking in hot whispers, punctuated by grunts and the lewd sounds of fucking. "Promise you won't get jealous?" she breathed. I nodded, grinding into her as hard as I could, "when I was dancing" she continued, the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh getting louder "when I was dancing with Eric," my heart started beating double time and our fucking increased in pace, Katie moaned as a wave of pleasure broke over her. "When we got up close and he held me, I think he got a bit excited." I grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her whole body down onto my cock in savage thrusts, feeling every inch of her. "I could feel ......urgh, oh god!....I could feel....his cock ....against my belly. Oh fuck sweetie I am going to cuuuuuuuum." And that was too much for me and I erupted. Pumping cum deep inside her for what felt like an age, reveling in Katie's involuntary spasms as she climaxed, and I was grunting deep and loud like a caveman, an animal. I nearly blacked out I was so spent. When I finally opened my eyes, breathing deep, Katie was whimpering on my shoulder, my cock still buried deep but shrinking. We sat there for a minute, gloriously entwined before we began to move. It dawned on both of us how loud we had just been and we caught each other's eye and giggled. "Music is quite loud," I whispered, hoping it was true. Katie stood, straightening her dress with a little shimmy and gave me a nonchalant shrug then re-arranged her hair looking in the mirror. I tucked myself back in my trousers and rolled my shoulders. I needed a beer. "I'll go first," Katie announced and she cracked the door open a fraction, peering suspiciously out. Satisfied, she swung the door wide and strode out....straight into Eric who caught her in an embarrassed hug as she tripped into him. "Oh, Katie -- er, was just hitting the men's room." He stammered as Katie laughed and slowly righted herself. Sheepishly I made my way out of the toilet and gave Eric a smile, laughing and nodded at my wife. "Dress problems." I said, straight-faced, as if that explained it. He nodded and moved into the toilet. Katie gave me a wide eyed look and was clearly thinking the same think as I was: How long had he been out there? Or maybe it was How much did he hear? Even though I was pretty spent, the next hour was an erotic thrill. Katie was charming, flirtatious and affectionate. She danced with James, John and Eric again -- her pussy full of sperm the whole while, her body screaming out the fact that she had just been fucked. I dove straight back into the beers as the fuck session had sobered me up. I lost track of Katie after a while as she stuck to the 'dance floor' with a few other die hard couples and I moved from conversation to conversation, feeling relaxed and content and thoroughly enjoying myself. A while later and the music shifted again to slower romantic songs. I was chatting away to Cynthia when I noticed that John, her father, our old kindly neighbor, was dancing with my wife and seemed to have his hand on her ass, wrongly assuming, I suppose, that the light was bad enough to hide it. Katie didn't seem bothered and was pressed up against him pretty tight, eyes closed, her head resting in the crook of his neck. Devil in the Red Dress Ch. 02 I was horrified at the scene that might emerge if Cynthia saw her father's lechery so I quickly asked her if she wanted to go outside for a while "to look at the stars". Pretty lame, but I was deep in my beer and it sounded pure genius at the time. Luckily she agreed and we made our way outside where a group of smokers congregated in what looked like a society of mutual loathing for non-smokers. One of them was a university friend of Cynthia's and she called her across just as entered the garden. Once glance at the completely overcast skies convinced us of what a crap idea it was to stargaze and we wandered over to join them. I then suffered through a completely boring and inane twenty something girl student conversation, which I refuse to relate to another human being. I stomached as much of it as I could and made my excuses and left, heading back to the house where, soulful sad melodies were still blaring out. I was surprised to see Katie still dancing with John and saw that the sly old dog had swapped hands and ass cheeks. Fleetingly I wondered at my lack of incandescent rage and jealousy. I used to be terribly jealous, when I was younger -- flying off the handle at the most innocuous things -- but that seemed to have mellowed out of me. I felt secure, safe. Nothing and nobody would stop Katie loving me, our relationship was granite, unconditional. I felt that with deep certainty then and smiled, reminding myself at what a lucky bastard I was. The song ended and the finally separated, Katie saw me and came over, her face beaming. "Hey you! Where have you been? I've ordered us a taxi, should be here in a couple of minutes." "Katie, we live next door." She laughed and slipped into my arms for a kiss. "No silly, we are going to that new club in town. Eric is coming too. Poor thing is bored out of his mind at home, said we would show him a good time, get his mind off the war." I nodded, pretty much shocked to my roots. A club? I doubt Katie had been in a club more than three times in her life. She thought going to be at 11pm was late. I thought it was a clever excuse for the dress but....well, you have to roll with the punches in life. As it turned out, we timed our exit at the same time as everyone else. Our taxi arrived just as the last of the guests were saying their goodbyes and making excuses as to why they could not join us. The taxi ride was silent and sexually charged. Katie sat between Eric and me and was being 'eye fucked' by the scumbag looking taxi driver through the rear view mirror. Soon we were into the nightspot in town and were surrounded by the usual anti-social behavior crowd of fighting drunken guys and scantily clad girls. The club was fairly standard fair: loud, dark, with extortionately priced drinks and was suitably seedy. Katie dragged the two of us straight to the dance floor and we spent a few drunken numbers packed into the meat market and bumping into other party goers, all of which looked too high to even notice we were there. After the fourth or fifth song Eric excused himself and went in search of the bar and Katie and I danced together, up close and racy. I grabbed her ass and drew her in. She spun around and writhed against me, her back against my chest and I whispered in her ear. "Don't lead the poor kid on too much, blue balls are just cruel." She wriggled her hips against me then replied. "Who says I'll leave him with blue balls?" she grinned wickedly and spun away from me. I looked at her and shook my head mouthing "tease." The music then changed to a Latin mix of salsa, mambo and the like. Eric returned and I took my cue to head to the bar myself, not being a fan. The queue at the bar was horrendous. I elbowed and cajoled myself to the front only to be ignored several times by the bar staff, all of which looked too young to even be in the club. I sighed to myself, remembering how I used to pride myself on my bar presence in my youth. After a couple of songs I thankfully got served and I fought my way back to our spot on the dance floor, where I saw Eric and Katie grinding together vigorously in a risqué mambo. To be fair to the kid, he was a good mover for one so large. I sipped at my beer and watched them for a while, noting how Katie was straddling his huge thigh and how far up this hiked her dress. "Fucking gorgeous isn't she," a male voice said to my right. "Excuse me?" The guy looked like an extra lost from the set of Trainspotting. "Her in the red dress -- fucking lovely." I grinned at myself and took another swing. "Yeah, would love to be taking her home," I replied, proud of my drunken 'wit'. "Yeah, me and all. Too bad she is with Conan there eh?" "Who, Eri...the guy she is dancing with?" "Yeah, lucky bastard has had his hands all over her. So better keep your gawping sly, wouldn't want to argue with him now would ya?" I nodded in agreement and the man walked off, probably to sell drugs. I watched them dance for a long while after that. It soon became clear that the strange and repulsive man was right. Eric had his huge hands all over Katie's ass as they danced. He would spin her out wide to the length of his arm then reel her in and she would hold her body against him, her ass against his thighs and his hands roaming up her body and brushing her breasts. I watched this in silence, my horniness increasing with each moment. They got bolder and more brazen. Eric openly groped Katie's breast and I thought I saw her hand snake down between his legs for a moment. I chose that moment to re-introduce myself to the equation, coming up behind Katie and sandwiching her between Eric and I, where she danced wantonly until the music changed to techno. My memory of the club goes hazy at this point as I was pretty wasted. I have small flashed of recollection. I remember dancing with a young blonde girl, up close and personal, and maybe I kissed her or maybe I didn't. I remember seeing Katie dancing with a strange man, his hands full of her ass and his face buried into her neck, like a vampire -- but no sign of Eric. Finally I sobered up a little and my memories come back into focus. I remember finding Katie and Eric dancing once more, this time little more than swaying to the music while pressed up against each other. They saw me and wandered over and we then retired to a booth where Katie sat between Eric and I and ordered drinks. Katie then slid up to me and whispered urgently in my ear. "Sweetheart. Don't be angry. This is just a bit of fun. He is a sweet guy and he is so lonely and...." I put a hand aginst her lips and whispered back. "Have fun." She smiled then, her face pure happiness and said to me, intense as I have ever seen her: "I love you." After that she slid up to Eric and started whispering to him, her hand on his arm. The music was too loud for normal conversation so I left them too it, drinking deep from the cocktail that arrived. Soon the music changed again and Katie dragged Eric out to the dance floor once more. I left them too it and did some people watching for a long while, my drunken haze deep enough to make staring at other drunk people sort of interesting. Later, I must have got bored of that as I stumbled up to the dance-floor again and saw Katie and Eric stood stock still on the dance-floor, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Her hands were cupping his crotch and he was pulling her in tight. My cock ached with pressure. I stumbled back to my booth and slumped down, ordering some water to try and sober up. Time passed. Finally Katie and Eric returned, hand in hand. Katie walked up to me and said "Let's get a cab home," I nodded and followed them out, noticing that they still held hands. The taxi-ride home was sexually charged but not boring in the slightest. Katie and Eric were all over each other, passionately kissing and groping with me sat next to them. The taxi driver nearly crashed several times trying to peek at the action as Eric grabbed one of Katie's tits out of her dress. As we pulled up Katie jumped over Eric and dragged him towards our house, leaving me to pay. The taxi driver was smirking the whole while, another priceless story for the boys down at the pub for him. I heard Katie fighting with the front door key as I counted out the money and then they were through. By the time I got my change and headed into the house Katie had already dragged Eric into the living room and had put on some music. As I walked in I saw Eric seated in my chair and Katie stood over him, dancing. She looked up at me as I walked in and said. "Husband dear, it looks like I lost a bet. Seems that this solider boy gets to tell me what to do for a whole night." She bit her lip at that and looked at me, seemingly for direction. "What was the bet." I managed to croak, moving further into the room. "Well...." She said, swaying slowly to the music "I bet him that his cock was smaller than your big boy." I almost choked. "But then I felt it on the dance floor and I was wrong. So this is my forfeit." She looked again at me, asking permission. I nodded then asked: "So what has he asked you to do?" "Oh, he wants me out this dress," She laughed, "and to do it slow." With that she turned away from me and her dance became more sensual. She swayed and moved with the music with a sweet abandon I had never seen from her. Slowly, torturously, she pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her bra. My heart pounded and I sat on the edge of the seat next to me, transfixed. I moment later and she was stepping out of the dress. The wicked dress that had brought us here, would the spell be broken now it was off her? Not a chance. She now stood before us in her tiny, frilly matching thong and bra and stocking and suspenders. Her gorgeous athletic body lit up by the soft lamp light as she writhed in her heels, playing a game with this young man, this stranger, that was so beyond her normal personality that I could hardly believe it. What sex goddess had replaced my wife? She ran her hands up and down her body, exploring her breasts, the cure of her thighs and the roundness of her ass as Eric watched, silent and unmoving, eyes burning with desire. Slowly she reached up behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor and releasing her gorgeous breasts, exposed for the first time since her marriage to any man but me. She moaned as she rubbed her nipples brazenly. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, unable to resist touching myself any longer. I heard Eric speak then. All he said was "Suck me." Katie gasped and swiveled around to look at me, briefly. When I said nothing she turned back to Eric and sunk to her knees. She crawled over to him and started undoing his trousers. I was almost hyper-ventilating with what I was seeing. Should I stop this? Too late, Eric threw his head back in pleasure as Katie pulled out his enormous tool. I moved across the room for a better view and saw how her small hand struggled to fit around it. She stroked it slowly, a look of awe on her elfin face. "Suck it." Eric repeated, with impressive command. If I had been him, with another man's wife about to blow me, I would have taken what I got and been thankful, fearful of pushing too hard. Katie moaned as she continued to jack him off, pulling his trousers down over his ankles. Then she slowly took him into her beautiful mouth. It was quite a sight to behold. My sexy, conservative wife on her knees, her ass sticking out in just a thong, suspenders and stockings, sucking on a monster cock in the middle of our living room. We had entertained Eric's parents here. John had sat in the very chair. Eric grunted and put his hands behind his back, and gazed down as Katie got to work struggling valiantly to stuff as much of his huge dick into her mouth and throat as she could manage. The CD clicked off, leaving the sounds of Katie's blowjob echoing around the room. I started to wank my cock harder, not wanting to blink and miss a second of this erotic dream. Katie could only manage about half of his cock before she began to gag. She fucked her mouth on his cock repeatedly and I watched as she looked up into his eyes as she did so, her beautiful tits swaying underneath her. At one point she took his massive balls in her mouth and jacked his cock off above her head. After a few minutes of being pleasured by her mouth Eric piped up again: "Fuck me with your tits." Katie didn't even hesitate, pushing her tits together and wrapping them around his huge member. She tweaked her nipples as she fucked him, her tongue catching the tip on the up thrust each time. Before long he was ready to cum and my wife began a filthy commentary: "Are you ready to cum big boy? Where would you like to cum? On my face? In my mouth? Do you want your neighbors' wife to swallow your sperm?" Jesus, where had she heard these things? Had she found my porn stash and not told me? Unsurprisingly, this sent him over the edge and he just managed to grunt "mouth" as he exploded, the first rope of cum splattering against Katie's cheek. She managed to get her mouth around his cock then and her cheeks billowed with the huge wad being deposited there. She moaned as he filled up her mouth then swallowed in one, taking down a belly full of stranger sperm. This pushed me over the edge and I started to masturbate furiously, which Katie noticed. Quick as a flash she stood and strode over to me and deposited herself on her knees in front of my cock. "In my mouth love, cum for me," I obliged and filled her mouth again, my mind exploding in fireworks as she wrapped her lips around and sucked me dry. "Fuck that was hot." I said as Katie finally finished milking me. "Mmmm...but the night is young." Katie replied, sauntering over to Eric and kneeling in-front of him, once again. "What now master?" She asked, her face as innocent as she could manage. Eric started at her, unable to believe what he was seeing. He pulled her up off her knees and into his lap and they began to kiss again, with passion, tongues exploring. After an age of this he pulled her higher and engulfed her left breast, Katie gasping in pleasure, her eyes seeking mine then winking. He mauled her tits for a few minutes then said, voice thick and rough: "Upstairs." Katie stood and led him by the hand up the stairs, his huge cock swinging with each step. I followed them into our bedroom where Eric clambered into the bed and placed his hands behind his back. Katie crawled up into the bed after him and immediately got to work on his cock with her mouth, sucking the monster to full hardness again, her head bobbing up and down. Unsurprisingly, with my wife's tender ministrations, he was hard as a rock within minutes. Without a word being spoken, Katie then stood and stepped out of her thong, naked, but for her stockings, for the first time in front of a stranger since our marriage. She quickly straddled Eric and lowered herself slowly onto his huge shaft. The moment of penetration was exquisite and is forever burned in my memory. I watched as her small, athletic frame slowly impaled itself. I watched as her face broke into a picture of pleasure, her back arching. I stared, amazed as she slid further and further down this young man's cock, until finally she held him fully inside her, his huge balls resting against the base of her ass. Slowly she began to ride him, pulling out almost completely and lowering herself down again. She was groaning with pleasure as she picked up speed, multiple orgasms shuddering through her body as the sounds of their fucking filled the room. I was rock hard again and began to stroke myself in rhythm to the gentle slaps of his heavy balls hitting the bottom of my wife's ass. They seemed to fuck like this for an age. Katie was bouncing ever faster, her tits swaying and sweat was dripping off her back, her body tensing periodically as she reached climax after climax on the young stud under her. Finally, she wore herself out in her wild reckless abandon and they switched places. Eric tore off his sweat drenched shirt, revealing a massive ripped torso. Her threw Katie on the bed and began fucking her missionary, driving deep into her with huge powerful, merciless thrusts. Katie wrapped her legs around his waist at first, then his shoulders as he ploughed ever deeper. She was babbling now, a constant stream of: "Oh fuck, fuck me deep! Harder! Sweetheart it's so big! Oh fuck!" which was roughly in rhythm with the pounding of the bed-head against the wall. Eric was a machine, seemingly possessed of limitless stamina. He hardly slowed down for what seemed an eternity, his ass a blur as he smashed into my diminutive wife, who shuddered in orgasm once more, then began to beg. "Let me taste it! I want to suck it! Let me suck it!" Eric stopped his assault and moved his hips up her body, her legs still pinned to his shoulders and brought his cock up to her mouth. I heard slurping noises and Katie devoured his meat then watched as he began to rock his hips and fuck her mouth. Katie's hand snaked down to her pussy and she began to rub her clit as Eric worked deeper. It was the most obscene and erotic thing I had ever seen. I was furiously tugging on my cock by this stage, my balls churning and my belly a mass of erotic fire. Eric then flipped her over once more, and started to fuck her doggy, her face towards me. Katie's eyes were closed and she bit on her lower lip as he slid into her, quickly establishing a punishing rhythm. Her eyes opened and had a glazed, drunken quality to them. She stared directly into my eyes as Eric pounded away behind her, his muscular frame covered in a sheen of sweat. "Come to me baby," Katie moaned, reaching out to me with one hand as Eric picked up the pace once more. I walked over as in a trance, my cock rigid steel in front of me. Katie grabbed it as soon as I was in range, stuffing it into her mouth with a moan of pleasure. Thus began our first threesome. I stood still and enjoyed the rhythm Eric set, thrusting my wife up and onto my cock repeatedly. I lasted longer than I thought I would, but eventually I lost control, spilling my seed deep into my wife's waiting throat, hearing her moan with pleasure. I sat on the edge of the bed then and watched as Eric continued his epic conquest, grabbing Katie's hair now and treating her roughly, the slapping sound of flesh on flesh overpowering. Katie had by this stage lost the power of speech and was just grunting with each thrust, her head swaying. Suddenly Eric was panting harder and asked: "Where do you want it?" in a thick voice, as he plunged deeper and harder than ever before. "Cum in me! Cum in me!" Katie squealed, thrusting her hips back to meet his. Soon they reached a crescendo, Eric letting out a deep guttural shout and Katie screeching in pleasure as his cock pumped gallons of cum deep inside her. After he was done Eric collapsed over to the side of the bed, totally spend. Katie purred with contentment and looked over at me, a deeply satisfied smile on her face. Watching Eric cum in my wife had stoked the embers and I found myself hard once more, mounting my just fucked wife as in a dream and finding my own savage rhythm. Soon Katie was cumming again and I saw Eric watching us, stroking his huge tool once more. We switched to doggy and Eric and I spit-roasted my wife once more. We carried on in this fashion for what was left of the night. I came in Katie twice more and Eric did once before we all collapsed in exhaustion, Katie asleep between us, one cock in each hand. I awoke in the early morning, hung-over and still sleepy - to the sounds of vigorous fucking. I looked over and saw Katie pinned against our bedroom wall, her hands wrapped around Eric's head, being pounded once more. I smiled and fell back asleep. Devil in the Red Dress Ch. 02 The next time I awoke it was afternoon of the next day. I was alone in the bed. Sudden dread and remorse filled me. Oh fuck, what the fuck did we do? Where was Katie? I stumbled to the toilet and then down to breakfast, my mind still reeling from the potential disaster that we had sleepwalked into. Did this mean the end? What the fuck was wrong with me? Katie was sat at the breakfast table, wearing her robe. She smiled up at me as I walked in, and pushed across a strong cup of coffee. I gratefully grabbed it and sat down. There was a drawn out silence. "Where's Eric?" I asked eventually, cringing as I said it. "Oh, he's gone back home. Didn't want to worry his parents." Another awkward pause and we looked at each other, both avoiding it. Finally I cracked. "Are we ok?" I asked, a little harsher than I intended. Her expression was one of deep anxiety. "I hope so." She said in a small voice. "Look, last night..." "It's Ok." I cut in. "I enjoyed it." Her smile was knowing, "I could tell," she replied. "Maybe there is something wrong with me, maybe I am some sort of sick pervert, but I enjoyed seeing you with him. It made me hornier than I have been in my whole life." She was silent for another moment, her hand resting on her coffee mug. "I sucked him off this morning, while you were asleep." She shrugged "It felt naughty. Felt like the permission from last night was over, like I was actually cheating. But I did it anyway. I sucked his cock right here, as he ate breakfast. I licked his balls then swallowed down his cum." Her eyes shot up to mine, worried. I dragged my chair around to hers and took her hand, guiding down to my cock. "Just hearing you say that has made me horny as fuck." She glanced up at me, her hand wrapping around my cock. "I guess I am a twisted bastard but I want you to fuck him every day. Send him back to Iraq so ravaged he won't need pussy for a year." Her hand was pumping on my cock now. "Tell him that when you get back from work each day he can come over here and do what he likes to you. Tell him you are his toy, with my permission, until he goes back out." "Oh god honey I love you." She whimpered, slipping down to suck my cock again. "I love you too Katie." I threw my head back as she started sucking me in earnest. "Katie?" "hmmmps?" came the muffled reply. "For my birthday next week; I think we need to get you a new dress." End of Part Two Devil in the Red Dress Ch. 03 AUTHOUR'S NOTE: As before, apologies for the long delay between chapters – I don't get paid enough to sit about and write all day, sadly. This chapter is much more explicit and hardcore than the previous two, which I recommend you read before getting into this one. Story contains a wife being naughty out of wedlock. If this offends you, you can either (like a sane person) skip this story and read something else or (like the swivel eyed, mouth-breathing hordes you will no doubt see in the comments) complain about being offended despite the warnings in BIG ANGRY CAPS LOCKS!! Honestly, I don't get why you bother – it really doesn't bother me. We fucked like teenagers in the days that followed the barbeque. Far from disintegrating into the expected waves of shame and self recrimination, the electric, erotic, high of that night rolled on, injecting an urgency and passion into our marriage again that I hadn't noticed was even missing. We fucked all over our house. We fucked hot and furious, with Katie bent over our dining table, her face pressed into the wood, her breath coming fast and shallow, my hands wrapped around her dark glossy hair. We fucked slow and languid on the stairs, me back on me elbows watching as my wife took her pleasure reverse cow-boy, her eyes anxiously watching our un-latched front door. It was better than our honeymoon. Rather than being dragged around Florentine piazzas my sight-seeing involved watching as my petite, blue eyed bride sucked on my thick dick on her knees as I reclined in front of our widescreen, the mindless drone of daytime T.V. soaps overlaying the slurping of my wife's work. It was stunning, really. Only days earlier all of this would have been unthinkable, relegated into the 'disgusting' section of Katie's conservative mind, too obviously out of reach for me to even hope for. But no longer. Five blow-jobs in six years of being a couple and now? I had literally lost count since we bought that dress. As I watched Katie's compact, athletic body spread out below me, her thick lips wrapped around my sore but iron shaft, I wondered again at how this side of my wife had been floating under the surface all of these years, how it took such a small push, a small thrill of being watched, being lusted after, to push her into a full on avalanche of sexual liberation. More maybe, wholesale personality change. "I want you to fuck me in the garden baby, fuck me behind the shed," she growled at me as she fisted my cock, her eyes a deep, crystal blue. That nearly sent me over the edge. Who was this woman? I nodded and we stood together. I expected Katie to run for her dressing gown but she simply grabbed my cock and guided me to our back door, completely un-concerned that it was the middle of the afternoon in the commuter belt and that our neighbours on either side could (like most houses in England) see straight into our garden. "Katie!" I hissed "What if John or Mary are at their window?" Katie's hand tightened around my cock and she glanced over her shoulder at me smiling. "Well, he will get quite a show," she replied, dragging me forward. The sunlight felt wonderful against my bare skin and the grass was warm and fresh under my toes. My wife walked naked ahead of me, her athletic back glowing with sweat and her soft tan accentuated by her thin bikini tan-line. We made it to the shed and Katie turned around to kiss me, her tongue exploring my mouth and her free hand wandering up my gym honed torso. Without ceremony she pulled me to the grass and guided my rock hard member straight into her. She gasped and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in deeper, a low, moan of pleasure rippling out of her, like the purr of a cat. "Yessss – that's good." I grabbed the back of her neck with one arm and her ass with the other, pushed her down with force onto my cock with every stroke. Katie bit into my shoulder as she came and I went into a fury, bringing her off once more before pouring into her with an exhausted moan. Once done we stared at each other and burst into giggles. The spontaneity of the moment over, Katie reverted, somewhat, back to the woman I married and demanded that I go back and fetch her robe while she hid behind the shed. I sighed and agreed and took a furtive, concealed route back, watching each window for lurking figures. I slipped on some shorts and walked back out and handed Katie her robe, laughing at how she was cowering behind the shed, unsuccessfully trying to conceal all her goodies at once. Even then she was comically wary of darting back into the house, insisting that she had seen a curtain move or that "she was being watched". That night we made love, slow and languorous. We were both sore, tired and emotional. We didn't need to talk about it, but it was clear that we had crossed a Rubicon in our marriage. We didn't talk about Eric or what we had done, or what it had meant. We just enjoyed each other, spooning, conscious that the next morning brought us back into work, and the shackles of the real world. As expected, work was a total nightmare. The nightmare's name was Project Vectron and it nearly killed me. My boss, who was in the middle of his third divorce and had just had his second bypass, was like a kettle coming to the boil. I could only hope the sick bastard's heart exploded before he managed to break me. Long story short – I was suddenly in the office until 10pm most nights. It was not ideal. Katie was working as a teaching assistant at a fairly posh private school nearby – mostly to keep herself busy during the day, she told me. While she was disappointed, she understood the pressure I was under and so she didn't whine about it, but decided that it was the perfect opportunity for her to start on some of her creative projects while I was away. Like I said, I am a lucky guy. The second week that I was back to work I had an especially crappy day. My sociopathic boss had, in addition to all of the actual work I had to do, dumped a trio of complexly useless new starters on me and I spent most of my afternoon babysitting them through such impossible tasks as: using Excel and Booking a conference call. I drove home in a dark and vengeful mood. At least one of them had been deliciously cute, if especially hopeless. The kind of girl that caused over-worked married men problems, I realized – or would, if the man wasn't married to my wife, the sex goddess. As I pulled into my drive I noticed that Katie's studio light was on, as was the kitchen light – which was normal. Less normal was the Ducati parked up next to Katie's little sports car. I grabbed my lap-top bag and opened the door to my house. I heard voices from the Kitchen and made my way there. "We are in the Kitchen love!" Katie called as I set my bag down and loosened my tie. Opening the door I saw that Katie, sat in her art clothes and covered in spots of paint, drinking a big mug of coffee and talking in friendly banter with Eric, who was dressed in uniform. I also noticed the large bouquet of flowers and the bottle of wine propped up on the table. As I walked in Eric jumped to his feet and stood to rigid attention all but throwing me a salute. Katie smiled up at me, slid off her chair and padded over on bare feet to give me a welcoming kiss. "Welcome home, love. Eric brought us some gifts!" I smiled at her and glanced up at Eric, who was still stood to attention, clearly uncomfortable, his massive frame taut and tense, his blue eyes not meeting mine. There was an awkward moment which Katie broke by announcing. "Well, I think we better try some of this red then," and moving off to get out the wine glasses. I slid into a dining room chair and accepted a grateful glass of wine with a world weary sigh before I noticed that Eric had not moved a muscle. I glanced up at him and then at Katie who raised her eyebrows and shrugged. "Eric," I said, my voice thick from shouting at idiots all day. "Why don't you have a seat?" Eric seemed to fight with himself for a moment and then visibly found his resolve. "Thank you sir, but I wanted to come here to apologize for my actions the last time we met." His eyes were fixed rigidly at the wall in-front of him. "I have been thinking about what happened and I decided that I am not the sort of man that does that. So please, Mr. and Mrs. Williams, I am deeply sorry for taking advantage like I did. There is no excuse. There is nothing I can do to make it up to Mrs. Williams, but if Mr. Williams wants to take the satisfaction due to him, then I am ready." Katie and I stared at the young man dumbfounded. "Eric," I said, incredulous, "What the hell are you talking about?" He turned and looked at me then and I saw how much this had been tearing him up. What had been a debauched, erotic adventure for us, spice added by fucking our long time neighbors' son, had morphed in Eric into a monstrous betrayal verging on sexual assault. "Satisfaction, sir. If you want to beat it out of me, I won't fight back. I deserve it. There will be no charges pressed, sir, if you are worried about it – I'll tell my C.O. I got glassed in a club." "Eric, are you saying that you want me to slug you? For fucking my wife?" The poor lads face went crimson as I said this, his jaw cleaning in new determination. "Yes Sir, I pay my dues." The moment was spoiled by Katie's un-ladylike snort of laughter. "This is the stupidest thing I have ever heard," she said, as she sat on my lap and pushed the third glass of claret across the table at the still rigid Royal Marine. She turned her beautiful, fresh face at me and asked: "Do you want to take this one, or should I?" I took a large gulp of the excellent wine and turned to the confused soldier. "Eric, mate, please relax. We are fine. If Katie didn't want to do anything, then nothing would have happened. If I had a problem with it then, well, I'd have tried to take satisfaction much earlier and would now be a broken mass of bones." Eric glanced down at us, his expression perplexed and wary. "You are Ok with this? I thought....I..." Katie sprung up from my lap and moved around to Eric in a wave of pity, taking his hand and sitting him down. "Don't be silly Eric. No, it was just good, if very, very naughty fun. No need to feel guilty." The big man allowed himself to be guided down into his chair and his massive hand sought out the glass of wine. Katie pushed herself into his lap and Eric brought his other hand across her waist to keep her steady. Katie gave me an angelic smile I spoke to Eric as I poured myself another glass of wine, "Eric, I can't even explain to you how hot that night was for us. Katie and I have been at it like rabbits ever since. If anything I should thank you." Katie nodded and ran her hand along Eric's defined chin, cooing softly at him "Poor, poor boy, worrying all this time." And just like that that atmosphere went electric again. Eric gulped down half of his wine and shifted. "I can't stop thinking about it either. Sometimes I think it was a dream." "I think about it at work all day. I'm pretty sure they are going to sack me for walking around with a stiffy." Katie grinned and shifted her ass ever so slightly in Eric's lap, then gave me a wicked smile. "Feels like you are not the only one." I felt a deep stirring in my trousers. Eric gulped down the rest of his wine and I watched, breathless, as Katie carefully put down her glass and slowly snaked her hand under the table and softly grabbed the thick outline of his huge dick. Eric groaned and tilted his head back. Katie pulled his head forward and started to kiss him, her hand now rubbing along the length of his iron shaft. I stood and walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, cracking it open as Eric put his big hands over Katie's breasts, slipping one under the paint-stained overalls. She looked incredibly sexy, dressed in her scruffy art clothes, her hair loose and wild, her petite frame perched deep in the lap of our neighbors solider son, her lips locked on his, her tits being mauled. A sudden impulse grabbed me and I took out my smart-phone, opened up the camera and started taking pictures. Katie heard the digital shutter sound and turned her head. I expected her to protest but I kept at it, determined to have some souvenirs to get me through the long work days. Interestingly, she didn't protest as expected and just stuck out her tongue at me. She then stood and knelt in front of Eric, who watched her with lust burning in his eyes. She ran her hands up and down the outline of his cock and shuffled closer to the chair. My picture taking went into overdrive. Slowly, agonizingly, she pressed her face into his crotch, kissing each part of his trouser covered manhood. Her hands reached for the zip and the sound seemed to echo around our small kitchen. Moments later I watched, through the digital filter of my ever clicking smart-phone screen, as her tiny hand dove in and fished out his thick, veined monster, its head purple and angry. She moaned softly and immediately engulfed it with her thick lips. Eric sighed and threw back his head as my wife got to work, on her knees in the middle of our kitchen. I flicked the camera on to video and fished out my aching cock and started stroking. The sound of her slurping filled the kitchen. I glanced out of the kitchen window, suddenly aware that the blinds were up. I wondered what John and Mary were doing next door, while their son was having his dick sucked by his wife. I remembered that we sometimes could see John from the kitchen when he watered the plants on the window sill in his library. Maybe he was there now, watching my whorish wife suck off his boy. Abruptly Katie stood and shrugged out of her overalls. She was wearing a mismatched set of underwear, her favorite, most comfortable black bra and some pink panties, which she stepped out of without ceremony. Her bra followed, unclasped with one hand and sliding sinuously down her athletic body, pooling in an obscene pile on the floor with the rest of her discarded clothing. She grabbed hold of Eric's cock and leaned in to give him another deep kiss. A moment later and she lowered herself back into his lap, her back against his chest, and impaled herself on his shaft, her knees together. I noticed my hand was shaking as I held up the camera. Katie stared straight at me as she lowered herself, inch by inch, on Eric's cock. "Oh baby, it's so big. Fuck. It is filling me up. Unnngh. I fucking love his dick." My other hand started pumping my cock faster. An erotic age later she finally bottomed out, taking his whole length in her, her eyes closed in bliss, her hands wrapped around Eric's head behind her, which thrust out her gorgeous tits. Katie then started to fuck him, rocking back and forth and riding him in earnest, grunting with pleasure. I moved closer to get a better angle on my recording, watching in fascination as Katie fucked herself senseless, bouncing now with wanton abandon. Eric was content to leave her in control, running his hands up her body and rubbing her nipples. Their pace quickened and Katie arched her back, crying out, staring straight at me with her blue, blue eyes. "Urrrgngh, I am coming sweet-heart, fuck, I am cuuuming." She shuddered and collapsed back into Eric, turning her head up to kiss him, still stuffed to her limit with his meat. Eric then moved his hands down to her knees, pulling them apart and pulling Katie up and closer to him, spreading her obscenely and starting to pump her with his own savage rhythm. "Yes, fuck me hard Eric, fill me up, fill me up." She came again, loudly, and I moved over to turn on the radio, worried that we might wake up the neighbors who would then peer into our lit up kitchen. As I turned back I saw that Katie was now face first on the kitchen table with Eric ploughing her from behind. As his hips rocked he tore off his uniform, not missing a stroke as he exposed his muscular torso and released his huge, heavy balls, which started slapping against my wife's body as he fucked her. Katie picked her head up and stared at me with dull, lust filled eyes as she was penetrated again and again. I watched as she clenched up in another deep orgasm and kept filming as Eric flipped her over onto her back and pinned her legs to his shoulders, pounding hard at her in the missionary position. This left Katie's head hanging off the edge of the table and I wondered over to her and stuck my cock in her face. She immediately grabbed it and stuck it in her mouth. I was mesmerized by the fact that I was capturing this on video and watched as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth, all the way down so I was fucking her throat. "Fuck that is hot," Eric said as he watched from the other end, his pounding increasing in urgency, "She swallowed the whole thing." I pulled out and started furiously stroking, nearly ready to pop. Eric was hammering away now, moving the table with each thrust. "I'm going to cum, Mrs Williams." "In my mouth! I want to taste it!" Like a flash she was on her knees and she was working on his thick cock. Eric came with a roar, deep in her mouth, her cheeks actually billowing out with the force of his load. Katie struggled to swallow it down, his seed spilling over her lips and running down her chin. This sent me over the edge and I fairly shunted Eric and unloaded all over Katie's surprised face. It was a massive load, churned in the long hours of office frustration and it flooded over Katie, covering her face in sticky cream, all captured by the all seeing lens on my phone. I had never come in her face before and so wondered how this would go over. Thankfully she just laughed and started scraping my cum off her face, and into her mouth. Eric handed her a tea-towel and she wiped the rest off and the three of us stood staring at each other in bemusement for a moment. "Well," Katie said as she finished wiping her face, "That was exciting." "I agree." I said, as I zipped up my fly. Katie and Eric made no move to pick up their discarded clothes. "You better not lose that phone," Katie said, wagging her finger at me. I grinned and promised that I would back up the pictures just in case. "You are a pig. Eric, it's pretty late, do you want to stay over or do they need you back on base?" "No, I am Ok staying here if you don't mind, I can crash on the couch." "Don't be daft," I said "You and Katie can use the bed, I'm pretty knackered so I think I'll drop off down here, I've got an early start so don't make too much noise, alright?" Eric stared at me and Katie looked pensive. "Are you serious?" Eric asked after a moment. "You don't mind?" I shook my head. "Don't ask me to explain mate, but I'm totally fine. Go fuck her brains out all night. In fact, I'm going to be working all hours for the foreseeable future. If you want to fuck her during the day when I'm out, I'm O.K. with it. Just keep it discreet, alright?" "Do I get a say in this?" Katie asked, her face screwed up in mock outrage. "No. You relegated yourself to fuck-slave status with your wanton seduction." "Dammit. Oh, well, I better go and please my master then," Katie said as she grabbed Eric by his cock and led him upstairs. The last I saw of them that night was Katie's swaying ass as she went up the steps, her tiny hand wrapped around Eric's already growing member. They made a lot of noise, however, and Eric managed to break our headboard. Katie told me the next day that Eric had cum in her five times. "He is like a machine, even when he came he just kept at it until he was hard again." "Oh to be young again," I quipped. She smirked at me then asked: "What you said to him, about coming over and making love to me while you were at the office."