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Dirty Fiancée Ch. 01

By: magic_rat



My girlfriend, Sally, has always had a high sex drive, for which I am eternally grateful, and has always been a cockhound. 

Early on in our relationship, when we realised we were serious about each other, she confessed to me that she had been with a lot of guys, and had never been faithful to any of her boyfriends, but that she was a changed woman and that she was committed to being faithful to me. 

Her sexual history was no surprise to me; I knew of her reputation and had always been really turned on by the thought of slutty women. Out of curiosity I asked her how many guys she had slept with. She really didn't want to say, but I reassured her that it made no difference to me and she finally said that it was around fifty, although she wasn't sure exactly how many. Not bad for a girl who'd just reached 20 years of age, ten years my junior! The thought got me instantly hard and I pounced on her, lasting about 5 seconds inside her before I exploded, visualising a queue of fifty guys.

I kept this picture in my mind for around six months, as we became closer and I started thinking about marriage. She was my ideal in all respects, 5'4", chestnut hair, green eyes, not skinny but shapely, topped off with 38C tits, which she loved to display in tight, low tops. Her cleavage was certainly an eye catcher! 

And to top it all, she was amazing in bed, never refusing me any request. When I tentatively asked her if I could fuck her sweet ass, she said yes PLEASE! Most other girls I'd been with had refused outright, or made it plain they were doing it just to please me. Sally was the first girl I ever met who actually enjoyed it.

Finally (as I'm sure you've guessed) came the day that would change everything. We went to a party where there were a lot of her old college friends. Sally was dressed as I loved her, showing lots of cleavage and leaving little to the imagination in a tight white low cut t-shirt, without a bra, and a short skirt. At my request she'd left her panties off because I loved to feel her up in public places, and it turned me on just knowing her sweet little bald pussy was naked under that skirt. Sally had had a few vodkas before we left to get her in the party mood.

The party was pretty riotous by the time we got there, with plenty of drink flowing and loud music pounding from one of the rooms. I went to the kitchen to fetch some beers while Sally said 'Hi' to some of her old friends. When I came back she was speaking earnestly to a couple of guys, and looked relieved when I showed up. She pointedly introduced me as Mike, her fiancé. The guys looked a little put out, but congratulated us and told me I was one hell of a lucky guy, then wandered off.

We stood drinking beers for a minute then one of the guys came back, and asked Sally if she wanted to dance. Sally said no, but I knew she loved to dance and I was no dancer myself, so I told her she should go and have a good time. I got a little bored waiting, and after 10 minutes or so I looked around the door into the room where the music was. The music had slowed down and Sally was dancing close to the guy, pressed up against him, while he stroked her ass through her skirt. As they turned, I saw with some surprise that his other hand was also stroking her ass, but under the skirt. My cock gave a twitch, and I hatched a plan.

Slowly, and seemingly reluctantly, she moved his hands and pulled away from him. I ducked back into the hallway, and she joined me a moment later. I asked her if she'd had a good time, and she nodded, and asked if she could have some of my beer. I told her I'd get another. In the kitchen I cracked open a fresh can, tipped about a quarter of it away and topped it up with vodka, hoping she wouldn't notice. 

And she didn't, she was pretty drunk already. She drank about half of it back in one gulp. She asked me if I wanted to dance, but I said I wasn't into it and she should go right ahead, I was going to find somewhere to sit down as I had a headache. She shrugged, finished her beer and wandered off to the music room (looking a bit wobbly) as I headed for the back of the house. I got talking to someone there and was held up longer than I wanted to be, but headed back after about 20 minutes to see what she was up to. 

It was quite dim in the room and it took me a minute to realise she wasn't in there. I wandered around all the downstairs rooms, but there was no sign of her. Slowly I crept up the stairs, stopping short as I heard her voice on the landing. 

"No, no, I shouldn't, 's not right, Mike's downstairs…" she was protesting. I raised my head up just high enough to see through the banisters. I could hardly see her, the guy she'd been dancing with had her pressed against the wall and was nuzzling her neck. 

"Don't worry," he said, "Mike's talking to Colin, he'll be there ages. And you know you love it baby…"

Their bodies shifted as she tried to resist, and at that point I could see he had her skirt up around her waist and was stroking her pussy.

"Please Gerry… don't…" she murmured, but didn't resist any more. "I won't fuck you," she said, "Mike'll know later. Let me suck you off instead." With that she dropped to her knees and started rubbing her face against the front of his jeans while he pulled out his cock. They were side on to me now and my stomach lurched when I saw his cock, semi hard and already bigger than mine. It grew to about 8 inches in her hand and she engulfed it with her lips, making those familiar moaning noises as she sucked about half of it into her mouth. He took hold of the back of her head and started fucking her mouth, pushing a little deeper every stroke.

"Come on baby, you know you can do it, take it all, baby…" Amazed, I watched as with each stroke a little more of his cock disappeared, until he was forcing the full length into her throat with every thrust. I could see by the look in her eyes that she was uncomfortable with this, but at the same time she was rubbing her own clit furiously. Eventually she pulled away, eyes a little glazed.

"Fuck me, please Gerry… one last time… I want your lovely cock in me…" and with that she laid back, right there on the landing, and opened her legs, still frigging herself. Gerry needed no second invitation and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders before sliding his meat into her. I had a grandstand view, their pelvises being no more than 2 feet from where I was hidden, and I watched dazed as her pretty cunt opened up to receive his big, fat cock, stretching her more than I had ever been able to.

"Oh Jesus I've missed that..." she moaned, then started grunting in time with his thrusts, panting and moaning, totally lost in the moment, a thin sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead, her nipples poking through the fabric of her damp t-shirt like they were trying to burrow right through.

"Harder, I'm going to cum, do me harder…aaahhhh…" her squeal was cut short as Gerry put his hand over her mouth, then he grimaced and grunted as he emptied his balls into her. 

I crept back down the stairs, waited 10 seconds then called out "Sally! Are you upstairs?" And noisily climbed back up, this time getting all the way to the top. There was no sign of Gerry but I saw the bathroom door closing. Sally was stood there alone on the landing, her legs pressed together uncomfortably, looking dishevelled and sweaty. In fact her t-shirt had become almost transparent where the sweat had soaked it and her nipples were dark, hard points. Her hair was mussed up and she looked guilty. I ignored the last part.

"It's time we went home," I said. "You look so gorgeous I want to fuck you!" Sally's eyes opened wide, panicked.

"I… I have to go to the bathroom first… I need to pee…" She needed to clean away the evidence, she meant. I took her wrist and pulled.

"It's a 5 minute walk home, he could be in there a while. Come on, I need you."

Reluctantly she followed me down the stairs, and I led her straight out onto the street. 

"Did you enjoy your… dance?" I asked. She nodded dumbly, then seemed to be struck by an idea.

"Mike… you know how you like it outdoors?" I nodded. "How would you like me to suck your cock, right here on the street? I grinned, tempted. 

"I have a better idea," I said, "How about if I eat you right here?" I stared to pull her skirt up but she pushed my hand away.

"No, I want you to have the best time. How about you take me home and fuck me in the ass? Real hard, I'll even suck you after." I shook my head, although I was tempted again.

"What I want," I said as I pulled her close to me, looking deep into her eyes, "Is pussy. A dirty wet cunt, so wet it feels like another man's cock has been in there before me. And…" I leaned towards her "I want to kiss a mouth that's just had a big, fat cock in it… Do you know what I mean?" She nodded, tears in her eyes and running down her face.

"I'm so sorry… I…" I cut her short.

"Don't say you're sorry. Feel my cock." I took one of her hands and placed it over my groin. I was so hard I was surprised I could walk. Her eyes showed her confusion. "I have never been so turned on as when I watched you behaving like a slut with Gerry."


I leaned forwards and kissed her, her lips parting after a moment's resistance, my tongue snaking into her mouth, sure I could taste the salty precum off another man's cock, and my own cock twitched again. 

I pulled away, Sally's eyes were wide, confused. "I… don't understand…"

I stroked her face. "I always had a fantasy about watching the woman I love spread her legs for another man, but it was better than I ever imagined. Far better, because you obviously enjoyed it so much." I slipped my hand under her skirt, and this time she didn't resist. My hand encountered a trail of his cum running down her thigh. I scooped some up with my fingertips, and held it up to her mouth. Hesitantly she leaned forwards, and with her eyes locked onto mine, sucked them clean.

"Things are going to be different now, better," I said, "You were never going to be able to stay faithful to me, it's not in your nature, but I want you to marry me and I want you to be as big a slut as you want, with whoever you want, as long as I can watch. What do you say?"

"I love you," she whispered, then lifted her skirt to her waist, right there under a streetlamp, and bent over the trunk of a parked car. "Fuck me, baby… fuck your slut."

Dirty Fiancée Ch. 02



For several weeks after, nothing much changed between us, and I didn't get the opportunity to see Sally in action. The one thing that did develop though was that in bed she found how hard it got me when she told me about other men, particularly recounting her experience with Gerry. She soon learned to emphasise the size of his cock, and to compare it to mine. And on the day she admitted to me, while I was going down on her, that bigger cocks made her cum harder than my 5 inch offering, I came spontaneously without even touching myself.

But still I was missing seeing Sally get fucked, and told her so. She asked me if it was really what I wanted, and who I wanted her to fuck. I told her I was certain, and I didn't care as long as she got laid and I got to see it. My one condition was that it be someone other than Gerry, not because I was jealous but because I wanted to see her with a different man. Any man. Just as long as the sex was dirty, sleazy and she behaved like a slut.

She agreed but said I should find the guy, as she didn't want to be messing around with old boyfriends or anyone she worked with. I thought for a while, then remembered a story I'd read in a men's magazine about adult theatres, and suggested we go to one I'd seen, but never visited, outside of town. She smiled, and asked if they were open now!

Dressed in a pink tube top and short skirt, again without panties, we headed out of town. It was early afternoon which I thought was a good thing, as I didn't want the place to be crowded with guys. As it was, there were only about 5 guys in there when we went and sat down somewhere in the middle of the small theatre. I saw most of the guys look around, noticing my wife.

Sally seemed engrossed in what was happening on the screen, a pretty little blonde getting spit-roast by two big black guys. Within about a minute a guy had come and sat next to Sally, and was staring at her legs, or I thought he was. The dirty bitch had pulled her skirt up and was masturbating as she watched!

The guy took this as an invitation and put his hand on her knee. Her response was to open her legs wider. He looked over at me, unsure of what I was going to do, so to reassure him I smiled and pulled down the front of her tube top, exposing her lovely breasts. He needed no further invitation and bent down to suck on one of her nipples, and slid his hand up her leg to her pussy. It was the first time I got a proper look at his face, a real sleazy guy in his 50's, scruffy and balding. I was ready for Sally to call it off, as none of the other guys in there looked much better, but I heard her moan and looked down. She had stopped playing with herself and instead he was working 2 fingers deep in her cunt, and she was loving it. I watched as she reached out and pulled a hard cock from his fly. Then with her other hand she reached out and did the same for me.

From behind a hand reached around and started fondling her other breast. When he met with no resistance he stood up and leaned in to her, rubbing his erection against her cheek. She turned her head and, her eyes locked on mine, took the end in her mouth. It was too much for me. My delightful, pretty, 20 year old fiancé jerking two cocks, sucking a third, while a dirty old man old enough to be her dad - older than her dad, in fact - finger fucked her and sucked her tit. I came with a loud moan, and she squeezed the last drop out of me before wiping her hand on her skirt.

The seats in front were occupied now, every guy in the theatre watching my fiancé instead of the movie. I felt a tug on my jacket.

"Step aside there, boy, let someone else take a turn." I looked around and another old guy was stood there, cock in hand. I moved out into the aisle to let him take my seat, but he pulled her to her feet and led her out to the aisle.

"Get on yer knees, girlie," he said, and pushed her roughly down. He knelt behind her and pushed his cock into her wet cunt. Her body shivered as she came immediately. The other guys followed and gathered around, one of them dropping to his knees in front of her and pushing his cock into her eagerly waiting mouth. I was still waiting for her to call a halt to things, which were going much further than I'd anticipated, but she seemed to be loving it. The guys in her mouth and cunt came at pretty much the same time, and were replaced by two more. The guy behind her was the old guy who'd been fingering her, and I could see now that he had quite a fair cock, a little bigger than mine, although smaller than Gerry's but thicker than either. 

I expected him to start pounding her straight away, but instead he started fingering her again, then scooped out some of her juices mixed with cum and worked them into her asshole, sliding a finger in to the knuckle. She wriggled and pushed back onto his finger.

"He he... the little bitch wants me to butt fuck her. Is that what you want, bitch?" He asked. She couldn't speak, as she had a mouth full of cock, but she moaned and nodded her head. I moved around to where I could get a better view. He parted her buttocks with his thumbs, and nudged the tip of his cock against her asshole, shining with her juices and a stranger's cum. I watched as he applied pressure and her tight ring opened up for him, and he fed an inch into her.

She had to stop sucking to get her breath back. "Shit…" she gasped. "Hurts sooo goood…" The old guy laughed again and applied more pressure, forcing inch after inch into her until he was balls deep. Sally was panting hard, and reached back to rub her clit vigorously. 

"Oh god… oh god…" she kept repeating, over and over. The old guy started to fuck her ass now, no thought to her comfort, pulling nearly all the way out then forcing it deep inside again.

"Hey," the old guy said to nobody in particular, "The dirty little bitch likes it!" He started fucking her ass harder and she came with a trembling wail, her arm giving out so she almost fell forwards, only being held in position by the other guys. He pulled out of her ass and moved in front of her. "Now be a good little bitch and suck daddy's cock clean."

With a look on her face I had never seen before, and which I can only describe as total lust, she said "Yes daddy" then opened her mouth. Another guy entered her ass, not wanting to miss the opportunity, but all eyes were on Sally's face. 

"That's right, baby, suck all that shitty stuff off daddy's cock, that's the way…arggghhhh…" and with that he started to cum, pulling his cock out of his mouth and rubbing it over her face, pumping his cum until it was dripping from her nose and chin, and running down her cheeks.

The guy in her ass came, filling her rectum with cum, then she was flipped over as two more guys took turns on her cunt, one coming inside her and the other spraying it over her belly and tits. Suddenly we found we were almost alone in the theatre, the guys having left as they finished. The only one left as Sally adjusted her clothing and attempted to clean up was 'daddy'.

"That's one fine bitch you have there, son," he said. "If ever you want some real fun, you give me a call," and he handed me a business card and left.

Sally smiled tiredly at me. "Is that what you wanted to see?"

As we lay in bed that night, Sally confessed that the afternoon in the adult theatre was the most intense sexual experience she'd ever had. The fact that they were all older, seedy middle aged men, sweaty and unattractive, had only served to heighten the sensation.

"As soon as we got in there," she said, "I started getting wet. I saw those guys looking at me, like they knew why I was there, like I was the dirtiest type of slut they could imagine. And I wanted them to use me, treat me like dirt. And when that old guy fucked me in the ass, then made me suck my own shit off his cock… I couldn't wait to taste it. Am I really a slut?"

I smiled and nodded as I climbed on top of her. "Oh yes baby, you're the dirtiest whore that ever lived!"



Dirty Fiancée Ch. 03



I walked around with a permanent erection for the next few days. I was looking for opportunities to get Sally fucked again, but she pre-empted me.

"Mike... The old guy who gave you his number... did you ever call him?" I shook my head, although I had been thinking about it. "Why don't you give him a call?"

I grinned and pulled his card from my wallet, then reached for the phone. Brad Hendricks, his name was. I dialled.

"Hi, Brad? It's Mike. From the Adult theatre, with Sally... yes, that's her. You said I should call you?" At his request I held the phone out to Sally. "He wants to talk to you."

"Hi..." she said. "Yes, it's me... no, I'm not wearing any... ok..." At this point she pulled up her skirt and opened her legs. "Mike, he says you have to eat me." I wasted no time in kneeling between her legs. "Yes Brad... yes I loved your cock in my ass... yes, it's bigger than Mike's...yes, I loved getting gang banged... Yes Brad, I'm a cunt... No, I don't care how nasty it gets, that's what I want..." She was getting wetter by the second as she spoke to Brad. "Mmm yes Brad, I love big cocks, they satisfy me more... yes, more than Mike's does." At this point I got my own cock out and started to masturbate. "Yes Brad, I want that. Please... ok..." She listened for a few minutes, then said "Yes, I'll do that. Bye." She hung up, and mashed my face into her cunt as she came, which in turn caused me to empty my load onto the carpet.

When we had both recovered, she told me that Brad was going to arrange a party for us, and that she had to get laid by one of my friends or neighbours. Now! But she said she wasn't sure about this part. She had to humiliate me at the same time, and that I was to watch but not be seen. I shrugged, and said if it turned her on then it would turn me on, and she should do it.

But if she needed to do it now, that ruled out a lot of my friends, as they were mostly at work. The only neighbour who would be in was Tony next door, a widower in his 40's who I had caught ogling Sally's body a couple of times over the fence as she sunbathed topless in the yard. I suggested him, and she agreed readily. It was sunny out so I suggested that she go sunbathe, as no doubt he'd start lurking as soon as he knew she was out there. 

Without hesitation she stripped, put on a thong bikini bottom and grabbed the sun cream and a bottle of wine, and I followed her out to the yard. As it happened, Tony was already out back, tending his plants, and he smiled at us over the low fence, his eyes lingering over Sally's naked breasts, before returning to his task. I smiled at Sally and said loudly that I had to go in to work, and that I wouldn't be back until early evening, then left, but only to lurk in the kitchen, where the window was open, and hopefully I'd get to hear what was going on.

It took but a few minutes before Tony had struck up a conversation, an excuse to look at her over the fence, and Sally made no attempt to cover herself up. She was drinking heavily from the bottle, and asked Tony if he wanted some wine. He laughed and said there probably wasn't much left, so he'd bring his own bottle. He appeared moments later, now just dressed in shorts, vaulting over the low fence, with a bottle of wine in his hand. His body looked pretty athletic for a guy his age. Sally grinned. "Just in time," she said. "Mine's empty." Tony took a drink from his bottle, then passed it to Sally, who took a long drink from it.

"Why do you drink so much?" Tony asked. "A pretty young thing like you shouldn't be drinking alone like that."

Sally smiled at him. "I'm not alone now, am I? And anyway, I have little choice with Mike."

"Why, does he neglect you? He's a fool if he does, you're beautiful."

"It's not neglect so much, he just doesn't... well, to put it nicely, the earth doesn't move for me."

Tony frowned. "How do you mean, exactly?"

Sally took another drink. "This is kinda embarrassing. But how can you move the earth when you only have a 5 inch shovel?" My face went red. I didn't realise this was the kind of humiliation she had in mind.

Tony smiled at her. "Your fiancé has a 5 inch dick?" She nodded. "That's too bad. So I guess you get pretty frustrated, huh?" She nodded. "And what do you do about it?"

Sally looked a little coy. "I masturbate a lot, I guess. And fantasise."

Tony moved a little closer. "What do you fantasise about? Big cocks?"

Sally nodded. Her face was red now, partly from alcohol and sun, but mostly I think from excitement. 

"There's no need to be embarrassed," Tony reassured her. "We all masturbate, and we all fantasise about things. And it helps to talk, sometimes." He put his hand gently on her knee. "So, you fantasise about being properly fucked by men with big cocks?" Sally nodded. "And you masturbate when you do it? What do you use?"

Sally spoke hesitantly. She was an amazing actress, it was hard to tell who was seducing who. "Sometimes I use a vibrator... if I'm in the bedroom."

His hand moved a little further up her leg. "And do you only masturbate in the bedroom?" She shook her head. "Where else then, Sally? You can tell me."

She sighed. "Sometimes in the washroom of a store. Sometimes indoors, different rooms. Sometimes out here. When you're out. Yours is the only house that overlooks our yard."

I caught sight of the bulge in his shorts as he shifted position, then, more than a bulge, I swear I saw the tip of it poking out of the leg of his shorts!

Tony leaned closer to Sally. "And what do you masturbate with out here? Do you bring your vibrator out here?" Sally shook her head, and pointed at the wine bottle. "Good girl! You fuck yourself with a wine bottle?" Sally nodded. "And so what do you fantasise about then?"

Sally sighed again. "I fantasise that maybe you're not out, and that maybe you're watching me. And that what I heard about you is true, that you take care of some of the married women around here while their husbands are at work, and that you have a big cock."

Tony's hand was up on her thigh now, and my dick was in my hand. 

"And so if I wasn't here now, you'd be masturbating with that bottle?" Sally nodded again. "Well, why don't you pretend I'm not here, just for a minute, and release some of that pressure? You know you want to." He didn't wait for her to answer, but started tugging at her thong. She didn't resist, but lifted her hips to allow him to pull them right off. "Now Sally, close your eyes, pretend I'm not here, and do what you need to do. 

She closed her eyes, and started stroking her pussy, then giggled. "It's really wet!" Without opening her eyes she reached out for the bottle and started rubbing the neck against her wet slit, then started to feed it into herself, making little whimpering noises as she did so. She started a slow, regular fucking motion while rubbing her clit with the other hand.

"How much can you get in there, Sally?" She responded by rolling onto her knees, bottle still in her pussy, placing the base of the bottle on the ground and forcing herself down further and further on it, her pussy lips stretching wide to cope with the extra width as the bottle flared out, until she must have had 6 inches of bottle in her, her lips stretched out almost around the widest part of the bottle. She was panting and sweating now, her other hand still working her clit hard.

"God Sally you're so fucking hot. What happens next in your fantasy?"

"You come home and catch me, I don't realise you're there, you watch me for a while then you come over and..."

"Fuck you?"

"Force me. Hold me down and rape me except it's not rape because I want it so bad..."

"So do I just fuck your pretty little pussy?"

"Depends," she said, eyes still closed, still fucking herself. "You do anything you want, make me do dirty things, nasty things. In my mouth, my pussy, in my ass, anything you want, I do, and I don't want to but I can't help myself..." With that she wailed, rocked by an earth shattering orgasm, and slipped, forcing, incredibly, another inch of bottle into herself before she fell over and the bottle slipped out.

Tony stood up and dropped his shorts. Huge is a word that springs to mind, fully erect and sticking out at right angles from his body. Sally looked shocked and shook her head.

"No, you can't... it was just a fantasy, just a game... you can't..." and half-heartedly she tried to cover yourself up.

Tony's face changed. "Don't think you can get a guy all excited like this and back off, you little bitch." She started to protest and he slapped her face, not hard, but it was loud. Sally shut up, but started protesting again as Tony pushed her roughly on her back and climbed on top of her. She tried to push him off, but even if she was serious, he was too strong for her. With one hand he held her wrists, and with the other and a knee he parted her reluctant thighs before lowering his cock against her hole. "Get ready for 9 inches of pleasure, you dumb little bitch."

Without warning he plunged the whole 9 inches deep inside her till his balls slapped her ass. She went wild, bucking and squirming under him, her hips jerking involuntarily as if trying to get his cock even deeper inside her. "What do you think of that, bitch?"

"Oh shit, so fucking big, so fucking full... I love your cock... fuck me, hurt me with it... fuck me hard in my cunt..." She seemed delirious, moaning over and over again about how great his cock was. "Oh yes, it's so much bigger than Mike's, so lovely... so huge..."


He started pounding in and out of her, fucking her hard and fast, and she seemed to be constantly in a state of orgasm. After what seemed like forever he grunted and came inside her. As his now soft cock slipped out of her it still looked a lot bigger than mine at full extension. 

"How was that, bitch?" He grinned.

Sally smiled back. "Incredible. So good to have a real man's cock in me instead of Mike's little dick. Can we do this again sometime?"

Tony pulled on his shorts. "I don't know about that..."

"Please" Sally pleaded. "I'll do anything you want me to, I promise. Anything." She was kneeling in front of him.

"Well, I'm not sure. But anything? We'll see. Right now I need to take a piss, you know what I mean?" Sally nodded, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, aiming it at her tits. He laughed. No, baby, not like that. If you want to earn another fuck you gotta drink it."

She nodded, leaned forwards and wrapped her lips around the end of his cock as he started to let go. She tried bravely but it was too much, I could see her swallowing as fast as she could but most of it seemed to be spilling out of her mouth and over her tits, so finally he pulled out and finished off by hosing her face and hair, while she just knelt there, head thrown back and mouth wide open.

When he'd finished he patted her head, said "Good little bitch" and went back to his house, leaving her sat there on the lawn. 

Slowly she got up and walked inside, where I embraced her, the heady reek of Tony's piss filling my nostrils. And, of it's own volition, my dick twitched and I came against her belly.