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Home Invasion Ch. 01

By: LynnGKS



We drove north out of St. Paul on Interstate 35, then followed some winding state roads to state 53, and finally up to county 123. It was a pleasant drive and the fall leaves got prettier as we approached the lake. Lake Kabetogama, that is, which is my favorite of the ten thousand lakes in Minnesota.

We had some off highway driving on dirt roads to a small cabin, miles from nowhere. I owned half and a colleague of mine – Roger Adler - owned the other half. Roger and his wife, Sarah, were close friends of ours and we often vacationed together here at the lake.

The cabin was small and simple, but adequate for our needs. It was located near Woodenfrog Campground in a mostly deserted area outside the park but on the lake. We rarely saw any other people when we vacationed here. We could even skinny dip in daylight with impunity if no boats were around, although moonlight was our favorite time.

Our plan was simple: fishing, maybe even get a muskie, relaxing, and watching the falling leaves in the most beautiful season that Minnesotans can possibly enjoy. That rare moment every few years when the weather warms up after a short freeze kills the helicopter sized mosquitoes that rule the north woods. Old clothes, a little cash and no credit cards, my fishing gear, and not much else were all crammed into my old pickup truck.

My name is Shane Morgan. My wife Donna and I were stealing some time from a hectic schedule. I'm a money manager with a lot of demanding clients and my wife helps out in the office. Correct that: My wife RUNS the office. We had both just turned forty.

We had been working our butts off under a lot of stress for the last couple of years, because our boy got into serious trouble during his senior year of high school. I was badly stressed out helping him and keeping the business alive at the same time. It seriously affected our relationship. Although I loved my wife very much, I hadn't fucked her in almost two years. I saw a shrink and was on a drugstore full of pills. Now I'm finally starting to recover.

Now that both our kids are away in college and my 401K is in good shape, I figured we could cut ourselves some slack. I had a secret agenda on this trip. Well maybe not so secret because I had hinted at it to my wife. I wanted to reawaken our sex lives, dampened by all that pressure on me. I even got some Viagra from a buddy to experiment with.

There was a beautiful sunset as we unloaded the car and put things away in the cabin. I climbed a small staircase and stashed some things in an attic supported by a couple of four-by-fours. It was a rustic cabin with a stone fireplace. There was a big rug on the floor – thick wool, soft with an Indian pattern of some sort. The room was well lit by several bare light bulbs hanging from the rafters with strings dangling down.

After we unloaded we sat down to relax. I opened a bottle of good scotch, Johnny Walker Black, and we added water and drank it without ice – the way the Scots drink it. I secretly popped a couple of Viagra. I wanted to be ready. I think Donna expected to get well fucked tonight. As it turned out she DID get well fucked, but not the way I had planned.

It happened so fast that even if I had had a means of defense it would have been useless. The door banged open and two kids with switchblade knives entered the room, scoping out everything in it in seconds. They couldn't have been more than eighteen at the most.

"Check the back," the tall one said.

The short guy opened the back door and looked around.

"It's all clear Mike."

Mike walked over to me and snarled, "Don't be a smart-ass and no one gets hurt. Understand?"

I nodded. I wanted nothing to excite these kids. Those knives looked sharp. Besides, even without the knives I could not handle both these muscular young guys in a fight.

"Over to that post," Mike said indicating one of the four-by-fours holding up the attic. "Hands behind your back."

I did as I was told. Mike took a thin plastic tie out of his pocket and wrapping it around my wrists he tied me to the post. Jesus that was tight. Almost cutting my wrists. It looked thin but it was much too strong to break. I was helpless.

Mike reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. It was my old one and was empty except for a driver's license and about four hundred dollars cash. I had left my credit cards at home.

The other kid made a hasty search of the room and checked out Donna's purse. No jewelry but about a hundred dollars in small bills. He ignored her wedding ring, which was a simple gold band on her finger.

They both checked out the cabin making sure there was nothing else to steal. Then they sat on the couch and had a hurried conversation. They did not have a Midwestern accent. My guess was that they were from the east.

"We need to disappear for a couple of hours," Mike said. "That county dick back on 123 looked us over real close and then he got on the radio. Maybe they know who we are. Let 'em look around for a couple of hours before we head out."

Obviously these kids were running from the cops. Mike seemed to be the leader. They found my scotch and helped themselves to a drink.

"Where's the ice?" Mike asked.

I shook my head. "I haven't turned on the refrigerator yet."

"Shit," the kid said.

They sipped their scotch and sat there, looking around the room. One kid started to stare at Donna's tits. She had big breasts and usually dressed to show them off. Jesus! I thought. Rape?

"Nice tits," the kid said to Donna. 

Donna looked at the floor and said nothing.

Mike laughed. "She's twice your age Duke. Too old to fuck."

"They're NEVER too old to fuck. And she's got big tits," the kid said. "Lets have a look at 'em baby."

The kid got up from the couch and walked over to where Donna was sitting. Putting the tip of the knife blade under the top button of her blouse he moved it slowly upward forcing Donna to stand up. I could see she was slumping her shoulders to minimize the size of her tits. She was scared. So was I.

In a single quick motion he flipped his knife upward and cut off the top button of her blouse. She gasped softly and turned her head away from the blade.

"Get naked bitch," he said.

Donna just stood there, motionless.

The kid looked at her, then at Mike, then at me.

"I'm gonna have some fun with this bitch," the kid said. "Let's see if I can persuade her to cooperate."

With that he walked over to me and slashed my leather belt with a single swipe. Damn that knife was sharp! Then he pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees. He grabbed my testicles in his left hand and squeezed. The pain was unbearable. It shot into my groin and belly and I screamed.

He held my testicles in his left hand and put the sharp blade of that knife under my scrotum in a position to cut them off. Then he turned back to Donna.

"Show me your tits bitch or I'm gonna cut off his balls," he said.

Donna didn't hesitate. She began unbuttoning her blouse. Off came the blouse and then her bra. Her 36D breasts dropped out and sagged only a bit.

"Yeah," the kid said. "Look at those tits! Big! Real nice!"

I had to admit that my wife had great tits. They were big and still firm after two kids, with only a slight downward tilting of her large nipples. Her shoulders were back now, proudly, and her nipples were erect. I guess she figured that if the kid was gonna see 'em he might as well see 'em at their best.

"Let's see the rest of you baby," said the kid. "Show me your pussy."

Again, without hesitation Donna slipped out of her jeans and then her panties and stood naked before us. Her breasts jiggled now as she moved about. I had to admit that she looked great. Suntanned skin except where a two piece bathing suit, almost a bikini, protected her. Good legs, a great ass and a very hairy, dark brunet beaver.

The kid finally let go of my testicles, to my great relief, and walked over to Donna. Standing next to her he fondled her breasts. In that moment, as I looked at my naked wife I knew they were gonna fuck her! They were both gonna fuck my wife! And there was not a damn thing I could do about it except stand here - up close and personal – and watch those bastards fuck her as much as they wanted.

"On the floor, bitch," he said, pointing to a spot on the big wool rug four or five feet from where I was tied to the post. "Lay down on your back!"

Donna did as she was told and the kid closed his knife, put it on the table, and began to undress. When he was naked he lay down beside her and stroked her body from boobs to beaver. They were on the floor, just a few feet from me.

"That's the hairiest pussy I ever saw," he said stroking her curly haired beaver. Then he fingered her clit. I could see that her clit was soft. It made no sense but I suddenly wondered what happens to a clit when a woman is raped. Does it get hard?

Putting his hand behind her head he pushed her toward his crotch and said, "Get me up bitch."

Donna was past caring now. She just followed orders. Taking the shaft of his dick in her hand she skinned back his heavy foreskin to reveal the moist, bulbous head of his cock. She took that big, moist glans into her mouth and fellated him rapidly and skillfully, running her tongue under his foreskin, until his dick got hard. I heard wet, slurping sounds as she sucked that big cock.

I just stared at his cock. That little bastard was really hung – a good nine inches – thick and uncircumcised. She was holding the shaft of his cock in her left hand and I saw her gold wedding band flash in the bright light from the naked bulb above as she stroked his dick. I suddenly felt a tingling in my groin.

"Spread your legs bitch," he ordered. "Spread 'em wide!"

She spread her legs, knees up, thighs wide spread and feet flat on the floor. I was looking directly at her hairy pussy and her inner pussy lips were slightly spread and glistened in the bright light of the bulb hanging above them.

He crawled between Donna's knees roughly. Looking down at her he again played with her tits. She was lying right below where I was standing.

"The bitch has got really big tits," he said, jiggling them. "Look at 'em shake like Jello. She's an old bitch but I'll bet this is gonna be good pussy."

Then he reached down and grabbed the shaft of his cock and guided it into her. She's gonna scream I thought, because she'll be dry and that big thing will hurt her. But she didn't scream. His cock just slipped into her easily.

He started fucking her with long strokes using the full length of that monster cock. I could see his large balls slapping her in the ass every time she took him deep. She looked up at me. Our eyes met and we stared at each other as he fucked her. I couldn't tell what she was thinking from the blank expression on her face. He fucked her steadily for a couple of minutes and I maintained eye contact with her. Then the kid looked up at his buddy sitting on the couch.

"Oh yeah. She's startin to juice up real nice. This pussy is gonna be dripping in a couple of minutes. The bitch is getting horny!"

That little bastard was right. I could hear those wet, squishy sounds a horny pussy makes. She had been looking at my face but after the kid laughed she looked away, avoiding eye contact. Then she closed her eyes, clinched them tight and lay unmoving as he fucked her. What the hell was happening?

Suddenly I saw Donna's ass lift up just a little when the kid shoved his dick in deep. She clinched her fists. I could tell that she was trying to lay still, but her ass was moving anyway. Shit! She couldn't help it! Jesus! She's lifting her ass up with every stroke now. Oh my God! Is my wife turning on? She wrapped her arms around his chest and held him tightly. She's not gonna start humping this kid. No way!

The kid put his arms under her knees and lifted her ass up in the air to fuck her deeper. He raised her knees up over his shoulders so her ass was up very high and he could get that big dick really deep. Jesus! He's gonna hurt her. She's grunting but not like her usual grunt when I fuck her. This grunt is hoarse and low pitched like an animal. She's grunting in pain! That huge cock is hurting her!

I think that kid's long dick is bottoming out. Mine's not long enough to do that. She's not gonna be able to take this for very long. She kept grunting for several minutes. Damn! Something's happening to her! Her whole body is trembling. Her head is back and her face is contorted. This can't be an orgasm. This is something I have never seen before. It went on and on and on.

Now he's about to pump his load into her. Hell! He can't be more than eighteen – younger than our son! Did he make my wife cum? No way. Women don't turn on when they get raped. Now he's squirting his jism deep into her. 

When he finished, she lay there helplessly for a moment. Then she opened her eyes and looked up at me, then down at my crotch. She looked surprised. Then she closed her eyes and relaxed. Why? What the hell did she see?

I looked down at my crotch. Oh my God! I've got an erection. A hard on! I had just watched my wife get raped by this kid and I got a hard on. Donna had seen my erection. What must she think of me?

Mike is naked now stroking a hard cock. Big but not as big as that first kid. Their dicks make mine look small! The kid rolls off my wife and his buddy crawls between her legs and starts to fuck her. My God! Is Donna humping? Mike rolls her over on top of him.

"Okay you horny bitch," he yells. "You wanna fuck? Do me cowboy."

Donna positions herself astraddle him with her tits hanging down over his face and starts to fuck him cowboy. Was that kid right? Was the bitch horny? This was no bitch. This was my wife!

My erection was starting to throb. Donna turns her head and looks up at my hard cock as she fucks Mike. Shit! Was that a smile? It couldn't be. No way. She looked at my throbbing erection again. Then, she looked me in the eye, smiled and winked, and started fucking Mike harder. I could tell now she was fucking for another orgasm. I don't understand this.

She was on top, pounding him hard and regular. My God! She's rubbing her clit against his pubis with every stroke. She had fucked me like that for years when she wanted to cum. Was my forty-year-old wife fucking this eighteen-year-old kid like she fucked me?

My God she was! I could see her get closer and closer to her orgasm, panting and grunting. Her tits were bouncing to her rhythm as she fucked.

Suddenly she arched her head back, eyes staring up at that naked light bulb but seeing nothing. She began pumping her ass faster and harder. Her tits were bouncing and jiggling violently.

"Oh God! Play with my tits. I'm gonna cum," she shouted at Mike. "Play with my tits."

Mike reached up and began to massage my wife's bouncing tits vigorously and I saw a violent orgasm wrack her body as she collapsed on Mike panting in helpless ecstasy. It was the same orgasm she had with me.

Mike let her lay on top of him, trembling, for a moment and then he rolled her over on her back and pumped his load into her completely relaxed body. If my wife had just been raped, I thought, she had clearly enjoyed it.

Then Mike got up and he and the kid poured more scotch into their glasses and sipped them slowly as my naked wife lay on the floor breathing heavily. Her legs were spread, with one knee up, another leg stretched out straight, and that freshly fucked pussy gaped wide open with those big, wrinkled lips hanging out. Thick creamy cum was dripping out and running down on her inner thighs. She made no effort to cover her nakedness.

Mike walked over to where I stood bound to the four-by-four. He reached down and squeezed my still erect dick and chuckled.

"I think hubby enjoyed watching his wife get fucked," he said, laughing. "His little dick is as hard as a rock."

Then he released my dick and smiled at me. "She's better pussy than I thought she'd be," he said.

The shorter kid finished his drink and walked back to where my wife lay naked on the rug. Dropping to his knees he played with her tits, then ran his hand down her belly and fingered her clit. This time I watched her clit get hard. Shit! She WAS horny! No question about it now. Just a couple of strokes from his finger and her clit got rock hard! She wants to fuck this kid again!

"That was good pussy, baby. Wanna fuck some more?" The kid asked.

Without a word to the kid, Donna looked up at my erection. Then she made eye contact with me, laid back, and spread her legs.

The kid looks up at me, laughs, and says, "Yeah, I think your wife likes to fuck. Watch me give her another load."

The kid was right. My wife wanted to fuck!

He crawls between her legs. Donna reaches down with her left hand and grasps the shaft of that thick cock to guide it into her pussy. Her fingers don't reach all the way around that big thing, but her gold wedding band glistens in the bright light from the naked bulb hanging down from the rafters.

She spreads her legs a little wider, lifts her hips, and pushes that cock into her pussy, and grunts when the kid shoves it in deep. They start fucking again. She shows no hesitation this time, just eager cooperation. Donna takes that big dick deep, lifts her legs up and wraps them around the kid's waist. She wraps her arms around his chest and starts to pump her ass enthusiastically.

Her mouth is open on his shoulder and I can see her tongue lick off his sweat. I hear those wet squishy sounds again and, as the kid fucks her harder, she starts to grunt every time she pumps her ass.

Then, after a few minutes, she moves her knees up over his shoulders and grabs her legs with her hands to pull her ass up higher, just like he forced her to do when he fucked her the first time. In that position her grunting became just like before - hoarse and low pitched like an animal. Something I had thought was pain before, I can now see is ecstasy.

She cums real quick this time screaming for the kid to play with her tits. It is stronger than her previous orgasm. One thing was sure. Duke gave her a much better orgasm that Mike. Why? Did his bigger dick make that much difference?

She lays there panting after the kid ejaculates looking up expectantly at Mike who is standing over her, stroking his erection. It is impossible for me to believe, but it looks like she wants Mike to fuck her again and Mike is ready. I have never seen my wife act this way.

Mike looks at me and grins and then looks at my erection.

"I think your wife wants to fuck some more."

He's taunting me! 

"But I think she likes big dicks. That little pecker of yours must not be doing the job she needs. I think this is what she wants," he says, shaking his huge erection.

Shit, I thought. That damn thing of his must be eight inches. Am I too small for her or is it just that I haven't been fuckin her. But he's right about her wanting to fuck. She's really been pumping her ass tonight and I can see the desire still on her face right now. She wants more! Even after three orgasms.

Mike looks down at her, steps closer, and shakes that engorged monster inches from her face. Donna's eyes stare at it with unconcealed desire.

"You want it again baby?" He asks with a grin. "Your husband and I both want to know."

Donna looks off across the room, then up at me, then again at that monster cock. Closing her eyes, she nods her head yes. It's a small nod but it is a definite yes.

"I didn't hear you," Mike says. "Say it! Your husband wants to hear it."

She looks quickly up at me. There's fear on her face. I knew at once that it is fear of my reaction if she asks Mike to fuck her. The bastard! He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted me to hear my wife ask him to fuck her – fuck her in front of me – a wife he knew was horny enough to do exactly that. He wanted to humiliate both me and my wife – just for fun.


Home Invasion Ch. 01



"SAY IT," Mike commands.

My wife looks up at him, then at me, and finally at that hard cock. Her face is a mixture of fear and a craving need.

The need wins. Suddenly she closes her eyes and almost shouts, "DO ME MIKE! DO ME AGAIN!"

Then in one swift motion she spreads her legs wider, grabs the thick shaft of that huge cock, pulls Mike down between her legs, and guides him into her.

Mike looks up at me with an obscene grin that seems to say, "Look how horny your wife is." Then he shoves that thick sausage balls-deep into my loving wife. She humps her ass and takes it eagerly.

After a minute of frantic fucking Donna looks up at me. She checks out my cock and reads the expression on my face. She's wondering what her begging has done to our relationship. She must have seen what she hoped to see because she smiled and winked, then closed her eyes and got busy with some serious fucking.

I watch a replay of the previous fuck with Donna pumping hard and grunting for her fourth orgasm of the night. She checked out my erection several times, as though seeing my hard dick turned her on or gave her permission or somehow sent her a message from me that said, "It's okay to fuck him darling."

Mike plays with her tits when she screams for him to do it and finishes her off. Then he gets up and starts to dress.

"We got a little money," Mike said to Duke, as he puts on his pants. "And a little pussy to boot. You were right Duke. It was old pussy but it was good pussy. Let's hit the road. Maybe we can make Canada before sunrise. I'm all fucked out and there's nothing but trouble if we stay here. What about you? You wanna fuck the bitch again? She's still horny. Look at her. She'll fuck."

Duke looks over at my naked wife laying there with her legs spread, cum dripping out of her pussy. I suddenly realized Mike was right. Donna would be ready to fuck again if Duke showed her a hard on. I looked at his groin. His pecker was hanging there soft.

Duke lifts his soft pecker up and lets it drop, laughing, and shaking his head no. Then he starts to dress. They were out the door and gone before I realized it. 

Donna gets up off the floor and, as naked as she had been for over an hour, she walks casually over to me. She takes my erect penis firmly in her hand.

"I'm glad you enjoyed the show," she said with a chuckle. "I didn't know you were like that."

Like that? Like what? What the hell did she mean? She said it like it made her happy. I thought I knew everything about my wife. Maybe I didn't.

"I never intended to react that way," she said. "And I didn't know you would either. It just ... well, it just happened. That thick cock stretched me out ... and ... well ... I hadn't been fucked in two years ... and then I juiced up ... ...and ... I just couldn't help it, darling. I love you but I just had to fuck."

She kept stroking my cock but moved her other hand to my balls.

"And then after I took that first load of jism, I saw your erection," she continued. "Then I knew you had enjoyed watching me fuck. It turned you on so that made it okay for me to do it just as long as you stayed hard. Darling, I'm glad. Really glad you're like that."

I mumbled, "Yeah, I ... I got a hard on, I guess."

Suddenly I figured out what she meant! I needed to think about that. Why did I get a hard on? She kept on stroking my erection slowly.

"Are you gonna call the cops?" Donna asked, still stroking my cock.

"And have those guys get caught and describe to the cops how my wife behaved tonight?"

"I was raped," she said forcefully."

"You were raped for maybe three minutes," I said. "Then you turned on and it was a consensual fuck – or maybe I should say FOUR consensual fucks for well over an hour."

Jesus! The pictures of Donna fucking those guys were flashing through my brain.

"And you enjoyed fuckin two strangers!" I said. "But baby, it was not rape. When you say 'DO ME' to a guy with a hard on and then spread your legs, it is NOT rape."

"Strangers? Look honey," she said in an irritated tone, "I hadn't been fucked in two years and a peter-hungry pussy can't tell a stranger's peter from her hubby's. They're BOTH user-friendly."

Then she laughed and said, "Yeah, I did want it. Once I felt that first orgasm I needed more. I love you, but I needed to fuck."

She was reminding me that I hadn't been fucking her and suggesting it was MY fault she was horny. But it was our son! I was working to save him!

"We've lost nothing but some cash," I continued, "a belt, and four pieces of pussy. And we're not injured."

"Yeah Shane but if hadn't got naked and fucked 'em we could of lost the family jewels. That kid was gonna cut 'em off. I saved your gonads honey. Aren't you gonna thank me?"

"Thank you. Now cut me loose."

"Not yet baby. Let's take care of this cute little thing first," she said, as she started to stroke my dick faster. "We need to empty those little balls of yours. They gotta be full."

I stood there still helplessly tied to the post. She'd fucked two guys and now all I was gonna get was a hand job. Those guys' cocks were so big that now what I had was a "cute little thing!"

I was tied up and helpless. I couldn't do a damn thing. She leaned her tits against my shoulder and straddled my thigh with her beaver. I could feel the slimy semen dripping out of her vagina and running down her thigh – running down MY thigh now. It was warm and sticky!

Shit! I was already aroused by what I'd seen and now she was turning me on more. Four loads of jism! I watched my wife take four loads of jism and have fun doing it and now that warm, sticky stuff was dripping out of her freshly fucked pussy onto my leg.

Suddenly she began to whisper in my ear, "You got a hard on watching me fuck. That means you enjoyed watching. I like that because that makes it okay now for me to fuck other guys. You'd like to watch me do that wouldn't you?"

Shit! What was she saying?

She kept whispering, "It was that big, uncircumcised cock wasn't it? You knew I was enjoying that thick thing and it turned you on big time. Have you ever seen one that thick before? I grabbed hold of it to put it in me but my fingers wouldn't go all the way around his shaft."

I remembered her wedding band shining in the glare of that naked light bulb as she held the thick shaft of that guy's dick. A shaft, much thicker that the one she was stroking now.

"That's it baby, keep humpin. Think about watching me fuck, watching me pump my ass and cum, watching me enjoy a long, thick cock. Which one of your buddies would you like to watch me fuck baby? Which one of your buddies has got the biggest cock?"

Shit! She WAS turning me on! I couldn't get that picture out of my head – watching her pump her ass and grunt and have those big trembling orgasms. Suddenly the picture in my head changed! It wasn't that kid fuckin her. It was my buddy Roger Adler! Shit! How did HE get into my head?

I thought about Roger. That bastard had the biggest dick I ever saw. I remember him lathering it up in the shower at the country club. I remembered that long thing swinging between his legs when we swam naked at the lake. Shit! Roger was a stud. I know he'd fucked a couple of wives at the club.

I'd only seen his dick soft but Roger was long and thick and uncircumcised just like that kid. My God! She'd seen that big thing of his during our moonlight swims with Roger and his wife. Is she putting him into my head?

She kept stroking my cock and my mind was going wild. Shit! Why am I thinking this way? She loves me. What did she mean when she said it's okay to fuck other guys now? Shit! That's exactly what she said!

I was humping now – fast and hard. Donna was holding my dick firmly in her hand, not stroking me, and I was working to bring myself off. My brain was loaded with memory pictures of two guys fucking her pussy – and here I was fucking her hand.

She kept whispering in my ear, "It was long and thick wasn't it baby? You enjoyed watching me take it deep. You got a hard on watching me hump that thing, didn't you? Your dick's been hard for over an hour baby because you enjoyed watching me fuck. Now you're gonna pump your load."

What's happening to me? I'm ejaculating! Shit! It just keeps pumping out of me – it won't stop. Jesus! I built up a big load of semen watching her fuck those kids and now I'm ejaculating with a picture in my head of my wife fucking Roger Adler.

It's over at last. Thank God! I've finally finished ejaculating. But shit! My dick is still hard.

My imagination was working fast. Pictures were flashing through my head. I was confused. I imagined the three of us standing by the lake naked. I had a hard on. She looked at me and then down at my erection. Then, as I watched, she reached down for Roger's thick cock. Jesus! It was just like my erection had given her permission to fuck him."

What the hell has happened to me? I thought. This is confusing. All of these pictures in my head are driving me crazy.

Donna finally let go of my dick. 

"There," she said tenderly, "that feels better doesn't it darling. Pumping that stuff out makes you feel a lot better. Your balls must have been killing you. I love you baby. I really do."

Then she cut me loose.

My imagination and those fantasies finally began to settle down. I needed a big shot of Scotch. I downed it and staggered to bed with my wife. Both of us were exhausted! We went to sleep immediately. 

The next thing I knew bright light was shining into my eyes from the rising sun and I felt soft hands stroking my dick and caressing my balls. I'm not sure if it was a piss hard on or Donna working on my balls but my dick was as hard as a steel rod. Donna kissed me on the neck and threw one leg over to mount up. She was very wet.

She started doing me cowboy and that finally woke me up. I felt her rubbing her clit on my pubic bone. Her tits were jiggling above my face just like old times. I started to hump but she was in total control.

It didn't take her long to cum and she screamed at me to play with her tits. I did and felt her pussy contract on my hard cock again and again. Finally she collapsed on my body, trembling.

But I was not through. I needed to cum now. I rolled her over on her back, stayed in the saddle and started to pound that pussy hard. It took only a minute or so to ejaculate. Then I collapsed breathing heavily and we lay there holding each other. Jesus that was a good fuck! Pictures in my head of what I had watched last night made pumping that load even better.

We lay quietly in bed. Then we had an important talk. It was only later that I realized just how important it was. It changed my life!

"I really love you," she said. "That's the first time you've fucked me in two years."

"But not the last time," I said laughing. "Expect some more."

Then, very seriously she asked, "Did you have pictures of last night in your head as you fucked me just now?"

"Yes I did," I replied. "And those pictures turned me on. I don't know why."

"Do you think that maybe you're ... well you remember what we talked about last night? I mean, you said you enjoyed watching me get fucked. This morning those pictures were in your head as you fucked me just now. Do you think you're ... well ... that way?"

"I don't know Donna, but I was sure turned on. And YOU turned me on last night whispering in my ear."

"I'm glad," she said. "You had a lot of fun, didn't you?"

She was right. I did have fun!

"Yeah," I said, "I had a lot of fun."

"Maybe we ought to try it again sometime," she said, laughing.

I laughed with her. "You're right. It would be fun to try it again. Watching you fuck really did turn me on. But I guess we'll have to wait for another home invasion."

"Maybe not," she chuckled, reaching over for my balls. "Maybe not."

She fondled my balls for a few minutes and I got another erection.

"It looks like you're about ready for another piece of ass," Donna said with a sexy chuckle. "Watching me fuck last night really turned you on. Who's gonna do the work?"

"I will. Spread your legs baby," I said.

She spread 'em and I fucked her again missionary with her licking sweat off my shoulder like old times. It was a good fuck and we both got off. I noticed that she rubbed her clit on my pubis again just like always.

Then we jumped out of bed and ran naked down to the lake, looking around to be sure there were no nearby boats. The water was chilly but it felt really good and then we headed back to the cabin for breakfast.

"The perfect way to start the day," I said as we got back to the kitchen.

We fucked like newly-weds Tuesday night. It was one of the best nights of our lives. 

Wednesday morning as we were lying there talking and resting from a vigorous morning fuck, my cell phone rings. Jesus! It's Roger. What the hell is this all about?

He just got a new door for the shed and he has time Thursday. We'd been planning to replace the old one the first chance we got. Shit I wasn't happy about him interrupting what I had hoped would be a lot of fucking but I told him okay. I signed off and told Donna.

"I'm glad he's coming up. You two can fix that door and then we three can have a big party. You never know. We might have a lot of fun before he goes back."

The way she said it didn't sound quite right. She was too happy. Also Roger did not sound his usual self on the phone. Roger had been in my head Monday night. Had Donna put him there or had I? Was something going on I didn't know about? Or was this just a coincidence?

Then I thought again. He was gonna be here alone. Just the three of us! Sarah wouldn't be with him. We'd probably go swimming naked in the moonlight, like always – and him with that big piece of meat swinging between his legs. I remembered the fantasy I had Monday night about her fucking Roger.

Were they MY fantasies or had she put the idea into my head? Jesus! I tried to think clearly about Roger. He's a close business associate but I've heard stories at the club about him being quite a ladies man. We've traveled together on business and I know he picks up ladies in bars.

On at least three occasions he left with a husband and wife. When I had asked him about that the first time, he had laughed and said, "Hubby likes to watch his wife take a big one." I was shocked. The second time he winked at me as they left and I knew he was up to it again.

I remember wondering back then what it must feel like to watch your wife get fucked by another guy. I had asked him about how the husbands felt. Well, Monday night I had found that out for myself and I got a hard on. Shit! Am I like that?

Suddenly I wondered if he was gonna try to fuck Donna. No way. He couldn't possibly know about Monday night. But what if I got a hard on when the three of us were naked during our regular moonlight swim?

Roger arrived late Thursday afternoon and we helped him unpack. There didn't seem to be much to talk about. A sense of expectancy, involving all three of us, seemed to be hanging in the air. We were somehow different than usual.

Roger was confidant and smiling like he had not a care in the world. Laughing like everything was going his way. Why? 

I felt strange. I was nervous and uncertain. I couldn't understand why but somehow I had a feeling of helplessness. It felt as though I had no control at all over what was about to happen.

Donna was strange also. Nervous and fidgety and I couldn't understand it until suddenly I realized what I was watching: A bitch in heat! I got the felling that she wanted to fuck real bad. I remembered my fantasies Monday night, when she whispered in my ear.

Shit! What was happening to us? Was tonight gonna be like my fantasy? Would we swim naked in the moonlight? Would I get an erection? Would she reach for Roger's cock? 

I had no control over that! Absolutely no control at all! Maybe that's why I felt so helpless. If that damn dick of mine got hard, then she'd ... Oh my God! Roger's gonna fuck my wife, I thought, and she wants to fuck him. And I can't do a damn thing to stop them.

The sun went down and after a light supper and a couple of stiff drinks we walked down to the lake in our bathrobes. It was a warm night. I was really scared what might happen to my dick when I saw them naked together. If that happened to MY dick, my wife was gonna reach for HIS. Just like in my fantasy.

We dropped our robes and got in the water, which felt brisk and after a few minutes of splashing around in the moonlight and looking at the sparkling stars, we got back on the shore of the lake. None of us was talking. I looked at my wife standing naked beside Roger.

It was exactly like the fantasy I had Monday night. Had SHE planted that fantasy in my mind with her whispers?

His cock was big. Even soft it was a massive piece of meat. It seemed larger somehow than when I had seen him in the shower at the club or the last nude swim in the moonlight with our wives. Was he becoming aroused? Or was I?

Donna's wet, naked body glistened in the moonlight. I thought of them together. I looked at her dark, curly haired bush thinking that in a few moments that massive piece of meat might be erect and she'd take it right there.

I felt a wave of sexual excitement sweep over my body. It was an intense feeling that I had never felt before. Where the hell did that come from? Oh my God, I thought, seeing them naked together is turning me on. If I get a hard on she'll fuck him!

The three of us just stood there naked, saying nothing. Then Donna stepped closer to Roger and leaned gently against his arm. He put his muscular arm around her in a friendly non-romantic manner and she snuggled closer and moved her breasts against his chest.

He was a big man, six four, and well muscled. Her cheek rested on his hairy chest, lovingly. That thick penis was flaccid now and his large testicles hung lower than the head of his cock, now concealed by his heavy foreskin.

I imagined Roger's large hands caressing my wife's naked body lovingly from breasts to butt, to belly to beaver.

He was a strong man. I compared his large powerfully built body to mine. I was nothing by comparison. I looked at his muscular arm around her waist. In Darwin's world that arm would have swept me aside casually as he mounted my woman to improve the species. My arousal grew intense.

Roger looked at me. He grinned very slightly. He was looking to see how I was reacting to what they were doing. I don't know what Roger saw in my face but he pulled Donna closer and began to fondle her breasts.

She turned her face up to him and kissed him on the lips and he embraced her fully. I saw her head turn and look at my crotch. Then her lips met his again and she started to suck his tongue.

I looked down at my cock. Oh my God! It was rock hard, standing straight out, and I was stroking it like a high school kid. It was not what Roger saw in my face that changed his mind. It was what he saw me doing to my cock. Jesus! How the hell did that happen?

I could see his brain working: This bitch wants to fuck. Her husband is watching us and beating his meat. He's one of those guys who like to watch. So, why NOT plow this pussy? It's right here, eager and ready.

Roger's hand stroked down her belly, briefly fingered her damp bush and then he began to finger her clit gently. I watched her arousal grow as he fondled her. She wanted to fuck him! I was close enough to hear the wet, squishy sounds of Roger's finger in Donna's pussy. She was dripping wet!

Roger placed his hands under her arms and lifted Donna, as if she were weightless, until he could kiss each hard nipple, then her belly and finally her beaver. He was a strong man. His muscles rippled visibly in the moonlight as he held her high in the air. Then he pulled her closer and lowered her slowly – very slowly - kissing her as her beaver and belly and breasts slipped over his face. And as he lowered her, my loving wife began to spread her legs for him. My groin tingled.




Home Invasion Ch. 01



He kept lowering her until the head of that erect cock was between her wide spread, thighs. My wife reached down and I saw her wedding band glisten in the moonlight as she grasped the thick shaft of that massive organ and guided him into what by now was an eager, dripping, pussy.

She turned her face to me as she settled down on that monster cock and I saw the loving smile and the wink that I knew was a personal signal to me that said, "I hope you enjoy watching as much as I enjoy fucking."

Oh shit! I'm ejaculating! Pounding my peter as fast as I could, I pumped my sperm on the sandy shore. Shit! Roger and my wife had seen me do it! There was no question in their minds now that I wanted to watch them fuck!

He had the biggest dick I could ever have imagined but she took the whole damn thing easily. My God! She must have been dripping wet. He moved his hands to her butt, supporting her weight against his body, and began to fuck her slowly as she humped eagerly, her knees clutching his waist, her arms around his neck.

He was fucking my wife. And she wanted it! I had just masturbated but I was getting another throbbing erection watching it happen. His hands on her ass were holding her up but it almost looked like her body was just hanging from that huge cock.

Damn! I want to be a part of this! He was a strong man but he couldn't move easily holding her this way. I stepped closer to them and putting my hands under her thighs I took most of her weight. She leaned back against me. This allowed Roger to put his arms around her, grab her ass, and shift his body so he could pound that pussy harder and deeper - and he did exactly that.

"Thanks Shane," he said. "That's a lot better. "Damn, your wife is good pussy. I been looking forward to this fuck all summer long. Spread her legs a little more."

These were the first words spoken since we had left the cabin half an hour before!

I spread her legs wider for him and she leaned back against me and turned her head so her cheek was pressing against mine, intimately. She opened her eyes briefly and made eye contact – I saw love in her eyes but also lust. She winked at me, then closed her eyes and started to fuck passionately.

He shoved that big dick in deeper. I was holding my wife, spreading her legs for him so he had the best position to fuck her. My face was inches from Roger's and I could see his arousal. From time to time he made eye contact with me. Donna's butt slammed back against my belly with each thrust of his hips. It took a strong and powerful man to fuck a woman this way.

He looked me in the eye, still fucking her steadily, and said, "I been wantin to fuck your bitch for a long time, Shane. I played with this pussy all summer but your bitch said she loved you and wouldn't fuck."

Shit! What the hell was that? Played with her pussy all summer? My God!

Roger kept on talking. "So I just had to wait until she was ready. When she called me Tuesday afternoon I knew she wanted to fuck. When she told me about Monday night I knew you were ready to watch us fuck."

That wave of helplessness swept over my body again. She'd CALLED him. She wanted to fuck him! She'd TOLD him about Monday. She wanted him to know that I got a hard on watching her get fucked! I should be getting mad but somehow these thoughts only increased my arousal. What was happening to me?

I looked back at him and nodded and said, "Thank you Roger. I'm glad she called you."

I can't believe I said that. What the hell am I thanking him for? Fucking my wife? He kept on pounding that pussy in a steady rhythm.

Her butt was pressing against my belly and I felt his powerful thrusts push her back each time he drove that cock into her, almost like in was ME getting fucked. I felt her pump her ass forward and her thighs spread to take him deep and then she pulled her ass back as that long, thick cock slipped out of her vagina and Roger prepared for another hard thrust into her. I knew from experience that as he pulled it out she tightened the muscles in her vagina to squeeze his dick and increase his pleasure.

My erect dick was bouncing up and down uselessly under her ass. I wanted to jack off again but I was holding her up, so I couldn't reach my dick. It's humiliating for a husband to jack off watching his wife get fucked, but my arousal had driven me beyond humiliation now.

Roger opened his eyes and made eye contact with me again. He smiled in a friendly way without any hint of the smirk I might have expected on the face of a man fucking my wife while I watched.

"I'm taking my time, Shane," he said, as he continued to plow that pussy steadily. "I want to enjoy this pussy. Your wife is a great fuck. Are you having fun watching?"

Shit what do I say now. She can hear us talk. She already knows I like to watch. It is humiliating to talk like this as he fucks her. Then I heard my voice answer him as though I had no control over what I said.

"Yeah Roger, I'm having more fun than I can ever remember. Thank you for letting me watch."

Shit! How could I have said that to a man fucking my wife? I'm thanking him again. For what?

"Do you mind talking to me while I fuck her? Talking to a man while I fuck his wife turns me on. It's a dominance thing, I guess."

I seemed to no longer have control of what I said.

"I don't mind at all. I guess I don't feel very dominant now. Spreadin my wife's legs for another guy and holding 'em wide while he fucks her is not exactly a dominant thing for a husband to do."

"Yeah," Roger said, chuckling. "But, it turns me on for a husband to do that and I can see you're having fun doing it."

"I'm having fun Roger. And so is my wife. So just keep pounding her," I said.

If Donna were listening to this conversation between her lover and her husband she did not react to it. She just kept on humping – pumping her ass like a whore as Roger drove that massive organ in and out of her. Not hurrying - just a leisurely fuck for them both.

They kept on fucking slowly but passionately for over ten minutes. Damn he had to be a strong man to hold her this way. Roger had his eyes closed, just humping and enjoying that eager pussy. Suddenly he seemed to wake up and open his eyes. I think he got a message from his testicles. I couldn't see 'em but I knew they were swinging between his legs and slapping Donna in the ass.

"Okay Shane, time to finish the bitch off. I'm gonna bottom out in this pussy and give her a big orgasm.

Spread her legs wider," he said. "I gotta get deeper."

I moved my hands more to her inner thighs and spread her legs a bit more.

"Not enough," he said. "Spread 'em wider and lift her ass up more. I wanna to bottom out this bitch!"

I followed his instructions.

"Yeah!" Roger said. "That's good. That's it."

Then his hips lunged forward forcefully to push that long cock deeper into her vagina. Her butt lurched back against my belly violently. Roger started pounding my wife much harder and deeper than before, the way that kid Duke did Monday night.

Donna groaned loudly and then she began grunting in that special way. Like she had grunted fucking Duke - hoarse and low pitched like an animal. I thought that grunt was from pain the first time Duke fucked her, but now I knew it was ecstasy.

"Yeah," he said. "I just hit bottom. Now the bitch is really gonna feel it!"

At that moment I felt her body start to tremble, and the rhythm of her pumping hips changed from a steady controlled hump to a frantic, uncontrolled pumping in rhythm with her grunts.

It was obvious her orgasm was seconds away. Her cheek was against mine almost like when it was ME giving her the orgasm. But it was not my five-incher giving her this one. It was Roger's ten-inch monster bottoming out in the deepest part of her vagina.

Suddenly she cried out, "Spread me Shane! Spread me wide! I him deep."

My God! She's asking ME to position her better so she can cum with HIM!

Her grunts changed to groans and I knew her contractions had begun and what that contracting pussy was doing to Roger's thick dick must have been wonderful for him to feel. Much better than what I had felt just this morning.

"Oh God I'm startin to cum," she said. "Play with my tits! Play with my tits! Dammit play with my tits! Please! Please!"

But in our present position, neither Roger nor I had a free hand to massage those wildly bouncing boobs. I was spreading her legs for him and Roger was pulling her ass closer – both of us working to get his cock in deeper.

But now she was feeling that special something she loved – a cock thicker than anything her pussy had felt with me and a cock that bottomed out deeper in her pussy that mine ever could. My best friend was giving my wife something I could never give her. I could only feel her tremble when she got it.

"Shit!" Roger shouted. "I'm gonna cum! Lift you ass up bitch and take it deep. Lift her up Shane Lift her up Dammit!"

I spread her legs as wide as I could and lifted up her ass even higher than before and Roger pulled her close and grunted with each big gush of thick jism he pumped into her. Doing this ought to humiliate any normal husband. Why was I feeling this tremendous sexual exhilaration? I guess I will never understand what has happened to me. I have changed!

I felt both of their bodies tremble as he pumped his load into her just as she was having her own orgasm. I had just felt both my wife and my best friend experience trembling orgasms together, holding each other tightly.

They both seemed to relax after their orgasms, breathing heavily. Donna's cheek was still against mine and her eyes were closed.

I heard her whisper, "God Roger, that was good. That's the best fuck I've ever had! I knew it would be just like this when I invited you up here to fuck me."

Her cheek was still against mine. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"I love you my darling husband," she whispered. "I hope I pleased you. I'll do anything you want to see me do, with anyone you choose, and I'll always let you watch."

For certain she had pleased me. Beyond anything she could know. That arousing humiliation was the most rewarding sexual experience of my life and as it flooded my body I completely forgot that she had invited Roger up here to fuck him.

Then I felt her hand reach down for my throbbing cock. It was the work of just a few seconds for her to give me the hand job I had been thinking about giving myself since my wife first spread her legs for my best friend. They both felt my body tremble as I ejaculated on the sandy shore between Roger's feet.

We untangled ourselves from our complex, but very rewarding, fucking position and began a slow walk from the beach up to the cabin. Roger and Donna, still naked and holding hands like lovers walked ahead of me. I followed them carrying our three robes.

My new life as a cuckold had begun. But I knew that my wife would be kind to me because she loved me.



Home Invasion Ch. 02



I was standing buck naked in the moonlight on the sandy shore of Lake Kabetogama in northern Minnesota with a throbbing hard on. My best buddy had just fucked my wife while I watched. Actually I had done more than watch. I had held her up out of the sand and spread her legs for him while he fucked her, because a sandy pussy is far from user-friendly!

This unlikely story began with a home invasion during which two young guys raped my forty-year-old wife, as I watched while tied to a post. Actually, they raped her for about three minutes and then received her enthusiastic cooperation for the next hour. It seems that my wife Donna had been very dissatisfied with the way I performed my husbandly chores.

Her rediscovery of pelvic pleasures led her to invite my friend, Roger Adler, to join us at our cabin on the lake. She and Roger had been mutually attracted to each other for several months, during a time when I had been distracted by helping my son deal with a serious juvenile misadventure. 

This had been their first opportunity to fuck and they had enjoyed it immensely. And to my surprise, so had I! Watching them fuck was a new and unexpected erotic experience for me − an experience that I hoped to repeat several times in the next few days. Fortunately, my wife and my best friend seemed eager to assist me in satisfying my newfound viewing pleasure.

After we untangled ourselves from our complex, but very rewarding, fucking position, we began a slow walk from the beach up to the cabin. Roger and Donna, still naked and holding hands like lovers, walked ahead of me. I followed them carrying our robes.

Roger leaned close to her and whispered something in her ear, which caused her to break out in roaring laughter. It sounded like obscene laughter. She whispered something back.

They stopped, embraced, he kissed her passionately, and then he patted her naked ass possessively like he owned it. At that moment, quite obviously, he did! I could see her sucking on his tongue. I suspected she might be sucking on something else shortly.

I paused behind them on the path and watched one of his hands creep up and jiggle her large tits. She laughed again – an intimate and soft laugh – and reaching down, she took hold of his flaccid penis and began to play with it. Then holding him by that sizable phallus she pulled him up the path giggling. Roger had been extremely well endowed by his creator, I suspected at my expense.

"This damn thing is long enough to be a leash," she said.

He did not come erect at her touch but somehow that thing looked larger. Yeah, it was big, really big. I looked down at my own penis. Shit! I had another erection! The damn thing keeps popping up tonight. My little five-incher looked smaller hard than his thick cock looked soft with her hand pulling on it.

They were lovers. I did not exist for them. I guess that's the way couples feel after their first fuck. They reached the cabin and paused on the porch, turning to admire the moonlit landscape leading down to the lake. They stood naked together, illuminated by the moon and the light from the kitchen. They kissed again, she sucked his tongue, and he held her close, their naked bodies merging into one.

"I'll remember this night always, darling," she whispered.

"So will I," he said." Why don't you go in and get us some drinks. I need to talk to your husband."

"Okay," she replied, "but you be nice to him. Remember, this is his first time and it can't be easy for him. So you be real nice."

She turned and in the light from the kitchen I saw his creamy seed running slowly down her inner thigh as she went into the cabin. 

"Take your time," he said as she closed the screen door.

Turning to me he said, "Shane, we need to talk. Have a seat. I've dealt with embarrassed husbands before but this is new to you so I'm sure you need a little help. We've been friends and business associates for years, but this is quite different. First a lesson on talking about it."

We sat down on the porch in a pair of rustic wooden chairs next to a similarly rustic table and two more chairs.

"Did you enjoy watching me fuck your wife?" Roger asked.

It was a simple question and he already knew the answer, but how do you talk to a guy you just watched banging the woman you loved. In the heat of the action I had talked to him, almost like someone else using my voice, but now I didn't know what to say. There seemed to be no words. I nodded yes.

He looked down at my turgid erection, smiled and said, "It looks like you're still enjoying it. Pictures in your head?"

Then he laughed softly.

That helpless embarrassment that began when he first arrived a few hours ago seemed to sweep over my body again in waves. It was joined by intense humiliation at my reaction to what I had seen him do to my wife. And yes I did have very arousing pictures in my head. But I didn't know what to say. We worked together on a daily basis in business. But this was something I couldn't handle.

"Back to my question. Did you enjoy watching me fuck your wife?" he said again.

I nodded again.

"Look Shane, I'm gonna fuck her again tonight. If that bothers you, you can go into the bedroom and sleep. Which do you want to do, watch us fuck or go to sleep?"

Again that wave of humiliation! Shit! I can't seem to talk! I wanted to watch them fuck of course but I couldn't say that! I just nodded my head yes.

He laughed. "Shane, I'm gonna be fucking your wife a lot. She wants to fuck as much as I do. You're gonna have to talk about it. Just nodding your head won't work!"

I seemed to stutter as I mumbled, "I ... want to ... I want to watch."

"We're making progress Shane. One more step. What do you want to watch?"

Shit! There was no way out! A friend I'd known for years had just fucked my wife! I had to talk to him.

I looked down at the floor. Softly and slowly I said what he wanted to hear, "I want to watch you fuck my wife."

Roger nodded his head and chuckled.

"Okay Shane, another step. Look me in the eye and say it again. The more you talk about it the easier it gets. Trust me. I've dealt with husbands who felt humiliated and helpless before. I want to help you."

I did what he told me. It felt a bit easier, but embarrassment was joining helplessness in the emotions that were sweeping my body. I remained intensely sexually aroused, covertly glancing at his enormous flaccid cock that my wife had just enjoyed.

"Shane, Your wife wants to fuck. We're a threesome now and we have to talk to each other. We have to be comfortable with each other. I know that deep inside you want to watch us fuck. Just talk about it."

I sat there trying to get control of myself. He was right of course. I wanted to watch him fuck her.

"Talk to me Shane!"

Well I've got to talk to them about it, I thought. If I'm gonna watch it I ought to be able to talk about it! Pulling myself together I spoke out.

"You can fuck my wife as much as you want from now on," I said and realizing what his next question was going to be I added, "and I would like very much to watch you do it."

Roger smiled. "That's much better Shane. I know it's hard to talk to a guy who just pounded your personal pussy while you played with your dick. It's very humiliating. But you did well tonight − much better than the average husband usually does the first time he watches his wife enjoy a big one."

"Your wife even paid you a compliment," he said. "Would you like to know what it was?"

Shit! This was embarrassing! My wife and he had talked about my reaction to what I had seen. I looked him in the eye – no easy task – and nodded.

"As we were walking up the path from the lake," he said, "I whispered to Donna that most husbands would have been shocked the first time they saw their wives spread their legs for another man. But you actually helped her spread 'em."

With that he started laughing. I knew instantly that this was what they had been talking about on the path up to the cabin when Donna broke out laughing.

I thought about the humiliation and shame I felt when I supported her while he fucked her. She had even called my name while they fucked. I could still hear her voice in my head, "Spread me Shane! Spread me wide!"

"What did she say?" I asked.

Roger chuckled, "Your wife has a genuine sense of humor Shane. She said 'I told you my husband was very supportive.'"

Shit! She'd joked about me holding her up while he fucked her! That's humiliating! Oh my God I enjoyed this perverted thing and I'm so ashamed.

"All right Shane. Is it okay with you if I fuck your wife regular? And, do you want to watch us fuck?"

Damn, he said it so easily and naturally. I dropped my head and stared at the floor. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Donna's feet just inside the screen door. How long had she been standing there listening? What humiliating things had she heard me say? Shit! That didn't matter any more did it?

"A simple yes or no will do," Roger said.

I looked at him, then turned my head and made eye contact with my wife standing there with a tray of drinks in her hand. She would hear my response. There is no reason not to talk to them both now. Not to talk to them in a normal way about this abnormal thing I have.

I looked back at Roger, nodded my head and said, "Yes Roger it's okay if you fuck my wife regular and I would appreciate your letting me watch you do it."

Donna opened the screen door and walked out with a broad smile. She set the tray of drinks on the table. She handed me a scotch rocks, passed another to Roger, took the third for herself, and sat down. Three naked people around that rustic table.

Looking at Roger she said "Sounds like you're making progress Roger. Did you treat my hubby nice like I asked?"

Roger chuckled, "I treated him real nice and he's gonna be able to talk about us fucking. At least I think he is.

She burst out laughing and said, "You're a real bastard Roger but you're also a really nice guy. I know you had fun doing it but thank you anyway for loosening him up."

Turning to me she said lovingly, "Honey is it all right for Roger to come over to our house, say about once a week for a threesome?"

I felt a strange sexual exhilaration as I said, "I would like that very much darling." 

Donna held her glass up in a toast, "To our new threesome."

Then she became very serious. She looked at Roger and said, "Let's get everything straight from the beginning Roger."

This was her office manager voice. She spoke in a controlled way like she was taking charge. Just like she took charge of the people working for her in my office.

"You know this story Roger, but I'm gonna tell it to you again because I love my husband very much. Twenty years ago this wonderful man met a confused young girl in college and he rescued her and he married her and he gave her two wonderful children and a fine life together. No woman could have asked for more."

"Two years ago when everyone said our son was finished – down the tube – Shane never gave up. He tore himself apart to save that boy and it cost him almost everything he had including his sex life. He got depressed and couldn't satisfy me in bed, the doctors gave him drugs. He almost lost his business. He almost lost it all."

"And how did his loving wife repay him for that sacrifice? She betrayed him in her sexual thoughts every day for almost the entire two years that he was depressed and working to save our son! And not always just in her thoughts as you damn well know Roger from last summer."

What the hell did that mean? Last summer? Roger talked about playing with her pussy when he was fucking her just now. I need to ask her about that. She continued to speak calmly, but forcefully. She was in charge!

"Now our son's in college doing well and my husband is back and it turns out that he likes to watch me have sex. I don't know why or how that happened. He wasn't like that before. But, I guess I'm lucky that he doesn't want to have sex with guys or want to leave me for some younger bitch. I can think of at least two divorced young gals at the club who would find him quite attractive."

"So, Roger, you and I are gonna fuck. You're gonna fuck me like a whore. We both will enjoy doing that and we've wanted to fuck since last summer. We will let Shane watch us do it. You will treat him with respect, not like a cuckold. You won't tease him like you teased Rick Taylor. I'm not gonna have the man I love sitting outside a locked door listening to me getting fucked and begging to be let in so he can watch. That is a humiliation I will not impose on the man I love, even if it turns him on."

What the hell was this about Rick Taylor? And locked doors? The Taylors had moved to Colorado last year. Shit! Other things I gotta ask her about.

Donna continued. "Think of yourself as a marital aide, Roger − a dildo. A very large and attractive dildo to be sure, but a dildo all the same. A dildo that I will throw in the garbage if the motor quits working. My husband loves me! I'm able to give him pleasure and I intend to provide that pleasure no matter what! I'd fuck a jackass if it amused him!"

Roger grabbed his huge, soft cock and waved it like a Polish sausage. "This is about donkey size, I think, but I'm gonna have to grow longer ears."

Three naked people broke out in hysterical laughter. I loved her so much that, as I thought of her in charge of our threesome, my helplessness just seemed to melt away. I felt more relaxed and friendly and I said to myself she's gonna fuck because I want to watch her do it. My wife is a strong woman!

"Yeah Roger," I said, speaking out now with a new confidence, "I DO want to watch. My wife was really looking forward to this fuck tonight. You did a damn good job on her and I turned on watching her enjoy it. I was happy to be a part of it. I'm looking forward to watching you fuck her a lot. I really appreciate what you're doing for us Roger. Thank you very much."

"There!" Donna said. "Did you hear that? That's the way one gentleman talks to another gentleman who's fucking his wife. You may be fucking me Roger, but Shane is the man I love and don't you forget it."

Roger smiled. "You're lucky Shane. Your wife really loves you. She wouldn't fuck until she was sure it was okay with you. She was careful to check out that little dick of yours down on the beach to be sure she had your permission. That's better for me you know – it makes her much better pussy."

Donna chuckled. "Maybe you're right, Roger. My husband certainly enjoyed watching me lust after that oversized dick of yours tonight."

We sat there sipping our drinks and thinking about our new relationship.

We finished our drinks and sat silently together all three of us thinking the same thing: we'd rested, had a drink, talked, and now was the time to fuck some more. Or more correctly for THEM to fuck and ME to watch. My mind began to get excited. I looked down at my peter. I was erect! Shit! Had I been soft at all? I felt a strange erotic humiliation about my desires.

Donna looked over at my erection and smiled. Then she stood up and took Roger's hand and pulled him to his feet. She reached down and fondled his heavy testicles.

"You're still full Roger," she said. "Do you want to go inside and pump out some more of that stuff? I'm ready to take it."

Roger led Donna over to where I sitting in my chair. He stroked his fingers through her thick, curly haired beaver, and then rubbed her clit with his index finger. Then he put that wet finger under my nose and spoke to me like an alpha male to an underling.

"Smells good doesn't it Shane," he said. "Give your wife's pussy a kiss for luck before I fuck it for your viewing pleasure."

Donna pulled his finger from my nose. "Don't ask him to do that. You just pumped a load into me!"

"He's gotta start sometime baby."

Then Roger put his hand behind my head and pulled my face into her very hairy beaver with my lips right on her clitoris. I took in a deep breath and smelled it. There was that classic pussy smell of anchovies that I always liked, but there was also something else – a musty smell and a slight smell of ammonia. That had to be the cum! Well, I thought, Roger was right, I gotta start sometime.

I licked her clit and took it into my mouth and started to suck the juice off of it. I felt that big clitoris become rock hard. The taste of anchovies and ammonia and that musty taste of cum were all mixed together. I licked the curly hair at the top of that wet pussy and got more of those tastes and my cock throbbed in my groin. I was tasting creampie! And it tasted delicious and it turned me on. I moved down to put my tongue into her vagina.

"That's enough baby," Donna said, pulling my head away from her bush. "I need to fuck now. Come with us and watch us fuck − watch your loving wife take a big one. It'll paint a picture in your head that you'll remember with pleasure and both Roger and I will have a lot of fun painting it for you. Won't we Roger?"

"Yes we will darling! Go turn the lights up high," said Roger. "Shane couldn't see us very well in the moonlight on the shore. I want him to see that wet pussy drip!"

As Donna walked into the cabin Roger grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear.

"There's always a first time Shane. You just now had a taste of cum flavored pussy and I think you liked it. I'm gonna fuck her missionary and when I roll off her you'll have just seconds before that creampie comes gushing out. Get down there quickly and take her open vagina in your mouth and start sucking out the juice. You'll love the taste. Don't hesitate, don't think, just do it."

He laughed, and then added, "Trust me Shane. That vagina will be wide open when my thick dick comes out. If you wait too long my cum will run down to her asshole and form a puddle. Doing an asshole is advanced muff diving so get it before it drips down there."

I nodded and I was aroused by the humiliation I felt at what the alpha-male had told me to do. A wave of emotion swept over me as I thought of him laughing at me when I sucked out the mess he'd made.

The room was brightly lit – more than when she fucked those two guys Monday. He was gonna do her on the floor in the same place they did her. I pulled a chair into what I figured was the best viewing position, remembering as I did so, being tied helplessly to that post right behind me, and watching her fuck those kids. I felt my arousal grow intense from that memory and from my anticipation of tonight's "show" as she had called what I had watched Monday night.

Roger led Donna onto the rug and said with a smile, "Wanna fuck some more?"

Jesus! That's the same thing that kid said to her as she lay on this rug with her legs spread wide anticipating he was gonna fuck her again. Suddenly my mind started to spin with fantasies and pictures of Donna getting fucked by Roger and Mike and Duke and then by guys with no faces, just big, hard cocks! Humiliation and embarrassment swept over me at what I wanted to see. My arousal was mounting. Shit! This is fun! How come I never discovered it before?

Donna laid down on the rug and spread her legs. It did not escape me that she positioned herself so that I was looking directly at the wide spread lips of her moist pussy. My loving wife wanted to give me the best view for my pleasure. Roger kneeled between her legs and she sat up, peeled back that heavy foreskin, and started to suck his dick. She got that big purple head into her mouth but not much more.

She kept on sucking the head of his cock and in a few moments I saw it get big and hard with a dripping wet head. As she spread her legs for him, a sudden helplessness grabbed my gut – my wife was gonna fuck him − there's no stopping her now, I thought. She was guiding him into an eager, wet pussy. Roger was right. I could see the wetness of her inner lips glisten under those bright overhead lights. I could see the blue veins twisting down the shaft of that massive meat.




Home Invasion Ch. 02



I couldn't escape noticing her wedding band as she gripped a cock too thick for her fingers to go around. I saw, almost in slow motion, his thick foreskin peel back as the bulbous head of his dick slipped easily between two dripping lips of an eager pussy. She lifted her hips up to make it easy for him to plunge that massive organ deep into her vagina.

Donna looked up at me and gave me that smile and wink that had now begun to enchant me. Then I watched in gut-wrenching arousal that transformation I had first seen on the beach an hour ago when my loving wife the lady vanished and the whore came out to have her fun. The whore needed a man with man's cock to stretch her out, not a little peter like I was pumping now.

Roger settled down to a steady pounding as Donna closed her eyes and began an eager hump matching his thrusts. He fucked her slow. His huge testicles swung easily with the rhythm of his thrusting and I could hear the sound they made as they slapped her in the ass. They began to sweat as they fucked and I saw their bodies glisten in the light from above.

I was flooded by a delicious humiliation and arousal. What kind of man derived this much pleasure watching the woman he loved pump her ass eagerly as she fucked his best friend? What kind of wife enjoyed putting on such a show for her perverted husband? It was a match born in ... well not there but somewhere. God! This was fun!

They fucked steadily for several minutes. Suddenly Roger began shoving that massive cock in deeper and Donna responded immediately by lifting her knees up higher and putting her legs over his shoulders so he could get deep into her. The horny bitch wanted every inch he had. Then she opened her eyes and stared upward but I knew she was seeing nothing except that bright light bulb.

Soon she began that characteristic loud grunting − hoarse and low pitched like an animal – that told me Roger's immense instrument was bottoming out in her vagina. She was working hard for her orgasm now, her ass pumping and her feet bouncing in the air. I felt my orgasm coming on and suddenly I shot a load of semen up on my belly.

I looked at the semen on my belly and my little dick in my hand and then at the immense organ pumping in and out of my wife. I was nothing compared to that big bastard! No wonder my wife wanted to fuck him! How humiliating to be so small compared to the man she wanted to fuck! I could never give her what she was getting now.

It was the work of only another minute for Roger to give my wife a raging orgasm. She began to scream, "I'm gonna cum! Play with my tits dammit! Play with my tits!"

Unlike on the beach, when he was pulling her ass closer and I was spreading her thighs, Roger's hands were now free to meet her request. She trembled and convulsed in rapture and groaned and then, almost screamed in delight. Finally she settled back content, panting for air.

But Roger was not finished with her. He began pumping harder and faster and I could see on his face the same sexual pleasure I had seen earlier. Except now he was six feet away instead of only six inches. His muscular body convulsed again and again as he pumped load after load of semen deep into her.

"Jesus that's good pussy," Roger said as he collapsed on her sweating body.

I remembered that Roger had told me to not think about it, just do it, and I started to get ready. I saw him roll off of her and I was on my knees between her legs in an instant. He had been right – that thick cock had stretched out her vagina and after he pulled it out a gaping maw at least two inches wide remained open. I could see that thick, creamy liquid rushing out, but my mouth was right there to receive it.

I covered that hole with my lips and began to suck. It was HOT. That was my first impression. I never expected it to be hot! Then that creampie aroma flooded my senses of taste and smell. It was what I had licked off of her clitoris a few minutes ago except it was much more intense and flavorful and fresh.

A strong taste of fresh anchovies and ammonia and that musty taste of cum were all mixed together overwhelming my senses. Roger had been right. I loved the taste. There was a lot of creampie but I let none escape. I was making loud sucking sounds and I heard Roger chuckle as he watched me clean up his mess.

My feeling of intense humiliation was interrupted when I heard Donna gasp in delight. She reached down with both hands and grabbed my head in a tight grip. As I sucked out Roger's juice and hers, she began to hump, holding my head tightly against her with my eyes buried in that curly haired beaver and my head clasped tightly between her thighs.

She repositioned my head so that my upper lip with my front teeth behind it was rubbing against the shaft of her clitoris. She humped my mouth just like she humped my pubic bone when we fucked. My chin rested on that rim of curly hair between the bottom of her pussy and her asshole. A location Roger later told me, with a contemptuous laugh, was called the "cuckold's chin rest."

I reached down and felt my dick erect again and I began to pump it rapidly as I ate that creampie. Donna started to grunt as she humped and I realized it was the same grunt I heard when I fucked her. Shit! The bitch was fucking me in the mouth and working for another orgasm! I was massaging the head of her clit with my tongue and the shaft with my lip. It took her only a couple of minutes and then she groaned and screamed just she had done since college.

"Oh God I'm gonna cum. Play with my tits, Shane. Play with my tits!"

I reached up and fondled those gorgeous globes just as I felt her vagina contract. Her contracting pussy pumped out the rest of Roger's jism into my mouth and I shoved four fingers into that stretched out vagina to give her something to clamp down on. Her muscular contractions were as firm as a squeezing hand.

She lay breathing heavily, my head clasped between her thighs for a full minute till all the tension in her body was gone. Then she relaxed and opened her legs to release my head.

"Roger you bastard you made him do it," she yelled as she recovered from that second orgasm. "You made him do it before I said you could. But you were right. He enjoyed it and I forgive you. Damn that felt good. I got my own personal muff diver now. No more wet spots in the marital bed. Shane we will share that bed with Roger tonight my darling." 

Lifting my face up out of her dripping pussy she looked down at me between her knees. "You have a new job description my loving husband. Eat Roger's jism out of me every time he pumps it in."

Then she laughed a very happy, musical laugh. "This is going to be a wonderful threesome. I can't believe how lucky I am. My husband has recovered enough to fuck me. He has discovered a new source of pleasure that I can give him. My hungry pussy has the guaranteed attention of two magnificent guys. And I have my own private muff diver."

Then she looked at me and placing her hand softly on my cheek she almost whispered, "And our son is well and happy in college."

She looked lovingly at me and said, "Thank you my darling husband for all these gifts you have given to me. I love you so very much."

Roger had been drinking more than he should have all evening and with two big chunks of quality pussy under his belt he just piled into bed and went sound asleep.

Donna and I got into that king sized bed, Donna in the middle because we knew Roger would wake up and want to fuck her again. She cuddled up next to me and her naked body felt delightfully loving. I fondled her soft tits and got another hard on.

She felt my erection pressing against her body.

"Want a blowjob?" Donna asked. "Or do you wanna fuck me?"

"Let's fuck," I said, "and then let's talk."

She began sucking my peter to get me wet.

I chuckled and said, "If I have counted right you're gonna be working for your fifth orgasm of the day."

She took my peter out of her mouth and said, "I'm multi-orgasmic and opportunities to take advantage of that capability are few and far between. I never pass up an opportunity."

She went back to work on getting me ready.

"How many opportunities have you had?" I asked.

She took my peter out of her mouth again and said, "This is only my second and if you keep asking me questions I won't be able to take advantage of it."

I kept my mouth shut. My dick was nice and wet when she spread her legs and I crawled between them.

She chuckled and said, "I had to put extra spit on your dick because I think you sucked out all the lubricant Roger pumped in there."

"That's what I intend to think about while I fuck you," I said. "Roger pumping that lubricant into you. Jesus that made me horny!"

She got her clit in the usual spot on my pubic bone and we had a slow and enjoyable fuck with all those exciting pictures flashing through my brain. After a few minutes she started to grunt as she pumped her ass. She came first as usual. I played with her jiggling tits as her contractions grabbed my dick and helped bring me off. Her contractions seemed especially pleasurable on my dick tonight. It was a loving marital fuck just like Tuesday and Wednesday – just like we had before I got sick.

"Damn that was good pussy," I said. "I think your contractions are getting stronger."

"Exercise," she said. "My muscles are getting more exercise."

This gave both of us a chuckle and as we snuggled up closely, Roger started to snore.

"Okay," Donna whispered. "Let's get started. This is new to both of us so what do you want me to do Shane, to turn you on more? You like to watch. You're back and I love you. I'll do anything you want to see."

"First tell me about you and Roger giving each other hand jobs all last summer," I said. 

"Yeah, it was nothing much, but I figured you'd ask about that after he mentioned it," she said. 

"Well," she said, "early this past summer when we were still having all that trouble with our son, I was depressed – really down. The kids were with the folks and Roger and Sarah and the two of us spent a week up here at the cabin. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"One night after a swim in the moonlight, you and Sarah went back to the cabin to fix a late night snack. Roger and I lagged behind."

"I don't remember that, but go ahead with the story."

"Well, Roger and I were standing there in the moonlight on the shore buck-naked and Roger asked me how you were doing. I told him how bad things were and how depressed I was and then he asked me ... I mean he was very nice about it ... a real gentleman, you understand ... but, he asked me if I needed to fuck. I mean he knew YOU weren't fucking me, as depressed as you were."

"Just like that? Shit! He said, 'Do you need to fuck?' He just said it flat out?"

"No Shane, of course not! There was never a dirty word or a proposition. He just let me know very indirectly that he was available if I needed it. And of course I did need it. Jesus! I needed to fuck so bad I almost said yes."

"Look Shane," she continued very seriously, "I hadn't been fucked for over a year! But I loved you and I was worried about you and there was no way I was gonna take any risk of hurting you – especially not when you were at the bottom like you were then."

"Anyway," she continued, "I told him no and explained why. He embraced me like a sister and we kissed. But I was so horny I didn't act like a sister. I shoved my tits against him. And ... well ... he began to play with them and ... well, I started sucking on his tongue ... and well, he ran his hand down my belly and started to work gently on my clit."

"I think he knew I was desperate for release. Honey, I love you very much," she said, "but I needed sex so much that I just held him close and kissed him while he rubbed his hands all over my body and fingered me."

She put her hand softly on my cheek and spoke so low it was hard to hear her.

"It was that big dick Shane. He got a hard on and I'll say it straight out. The moment I felt that big thing I was ready to fuck. I'd heard the girls at the club talk about it but I had no idea how big that thing really was when it got hard. You saw him just now. He makes that kid I fucked Monday night seem small!"

"In that moment he could have bent me over and I'd have taken that big dick doggie right there. But he didn't! Like I said, honey, Roger is a gentleman. I had said no and told him why and he didn't take advantage of my need. He just rubbed my body and fingered my clit gently to give me the release he knew I was desperate for."

"His hard cock was up on his belly and I started stroking it slowly. He had one hand on my clit, one tickling my nipples, and I was moving his thick foreskin up over that huge head and then back down. As I got closer and closer to my orgasm I stroked that dick faster and faster. He brought me off about the same time as he pumped a big thick load of jism up all over me."

"That was the first orgasm I'd had in months and when I was in his arms – I'm not kidding you Shane, and I'll say it again because I love you with all my heart – when I was in his arms I was ready to bend over and take him doggie right there by the lake – three or four minutes of secret ecstasy."

"We washed off in the lake. And he let me know as we walked back up to the cabin, in a very nice way, that he'd fuck me any time I needed it and no one would know."

"But it didn't end there?" I asked her.

"Well ... no," she said.

"Look Shane. He's a gentleman. He could have fucked me and he didn't. He likes my tits. So I began to let him play with them in the lake when nobody was looking. But once he got his hands on me I kinda lost control and then we did what we did before."

"Gave each other hand jobs?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "It's his hands. They're so large and soft and feel so good when he rubs my body I just go crazy."

"And he pumped his jism up on your tits?"

"Yeah, that's where most of it went," she said.

"Most of it?"

"Yeah, most of it."

"And where did to rest of it go?" I asked.

"He's a tall, powerful man Shane. You've seen his balls. He pumps a heavy load and when he pumps it the first four or five globs shoot up higher than the rest," she said.

What the hell? I wondered. Where did his jism go? So I asked her again and she seemed to get angry.

"Where do you think it went dammit? I was looking down at that big cock and he pumped the first shots up on my face."

"Oh my God! He gave you a facial? You had cum all over your face?"

"No big deal Shane. I didn't mind and he cleaned it off with his finger and ... well ... you know."

"No I don't know," I said loudly and then looked over to be sure I didn't wake up Roger.

"Well ... I ... you know ... I licked it off his finger. Now don't get mad darling. You know I've always enjoyed the taste of fresh semen. It was just harmless fun."

Shit! I thought, harmless fun!

"You horny bitch. You probably had your mouth open trying to catch it as it shot out," I said.

Her lewd giggle told me I was right.

"What difference does it make?" Donna giggled. "It was gonna end up in my mouth one way or the other. But darling I didn't fuck him and I didn't suck him off."

"And this went on all summer long?" I asked."

"Well, yeah, all summer long. But we were just good friends."

"Yeah, just good friends," I said. "It sounds like it."

I'd better change the subject, I thought. After all, she didn't have to tell me that story and she didn't fuck him when she could have. I had neglected her and it could have been far worse.

Roger was still sleeping soundly and snoring loudly. We continued to talk in whispers.

"Can I ask you something about the guys you fucked Monday night?" I asked.

"Anything."

"The short guy. Duke his name was. The one with the big dick," I said.

"What about him?" She asked.

"Both times he fucked you, about half way through, your knees were up over his shoulders and you reached up with your hands to pull your legs higher."

"I don't want to upset you, darling. Do we have to talk about that?" Donna said with concern in her voice.

"I won't get upset. Tell me."

"Okay but please try to understand. You see there are two kinds of orgasms a gal can have. They're called 'clitoral' and 'vaginal' and they are different. Freud was the first guy to talk about them. The clitoral orgasm comes from stimulating the clitoris; you've felt me rub my clitoris on your pubic bone to cum."

"Yeah, I've felt that," I said. "You always do that with me and you did it Monday night with that tall guy Mike."

"The other orgasm, the vaginal orgasm, results from stimulation in the vagina. But each gal is different. For some girls the stimulation has to be in the front of the vagina, for other girls it's on the G-spot if they have one, and other girls are stimulated when a really long dick bottoms out. When the right place is stimulated a gal will get a vaginal orgasm. You know what bottoming out is?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's when the head of a guy's dick hits the deepest part of a gal's vagina and stretches her out."

"Well some gals think that a vaginal orgasm feels a lot better than a clitoral orgasm. They call it the BIG O. So they try to get the guy's dick to stimulate the right spot. Of course most gals don't even know where that spot is. I know where mine is: it's real deep where the guy bottoms out. I discovered it in college when I fucked a guy with a really long dick."

"So when I saw the size of Duke's cock I thought that maybe I could get a vaginal orgasm out of that fuck. He raised my ass up the first time and I raised it myself the second time. And he bottomed out both times and I got two great vaginal orgasms out of that kid. I hadn't had orgasms that good since I was in college.

"Which kind of orgasm do you like best? Clitoral or vaginal?"

"Well ... you know I haven't had very many vaginal orgasms."

"That wasn't my question Donna."

She looked away from me and sighed. "Those vaginal orgasms are so big and so strong. Well, they are much better than clitoral orgasms for me."

"So what you're telling me is that my dick's not big enough to give you the kind of orgasm you prefer?"

"I knew you'd say that! I just knew it! That's why I didn't want to talk about this."

"Roger bottoms out doesn't he?" I asked.

"Most of the time he does if my legs are up," Donna said. "And probably in doggie also but he hasn't done me doggie yet."

"So if you want those kind of orgasms you're gonna have to keep fuckin him regular. Do you want to do that?" I asked.

She sighed deeply and whispered, "Yes I do as long as you enjoy watching. Does it turn you on to think he's giving me something you can't?"

I actually trembled with humiliation and sexual pleasure thinking about him shoving that ten-inch pussy pleaser deep into my wife to give her what I could not.

She held me closer and whispered in my ear, "You're thinking about him fucking me aren't you? Thinking about that big uncircumcised cock going deep inside me?"

She reached down and taking my erect dick in her hand she jacked me off.

Later I went on the net and did a Google on her orgasm story. She was right. Most girls couldn't have vaginal orgasms, according to the experts, because they didn't know what part of their vagina needed to be stimulated. There was a lot of controversy and some people said that vaginal orgasms did not occur, but most people agreed that Freud was right − there were two kinds of orgasms.

Roger was still sleeping soundly.

Donna knew a lot more personal things about Roger than I did and now that he was gonna fuck her regularly I thought I needed to know more about him.

"Roger is a part of our lives now darling. Tell me about him," I said. "You know a lot more about him than I do. I mean personal things." 




Home Invasion Ch. 02



"Roger is a real gentleman but he really likes to fuck and gals go crazy over him. I think some of them actually fall in love with him."

"And it's not just that thick pussy-pleaser swinging between his legs – it's his gentleness and tenderness and the loving way he treats a gal. He's a skillful lover and always knows what a gal needs. Sometimes it's a tender loving fuck and sometimes she needs to be treated like a whore."

"We're really lucky darling that he's gonna fuck me every week. You're gonna have to treat him nice honey. Do what he wants. Okay? He only does Joanie Anderson every two weeks and that's a special night for him because he has so much fun with the Judge."

"Judge William Anderson?" I almost shouted. "He's fucking Judge Anderson's wife?

"Yeah. Everybody calls him Bill. Well Bill likes to ... well ... he likes to watch."

"Holy shit! Tell me about that!" I said. Her story was starting to turn me on. Judge Anderson was like me!

"Well, Bill is in about fifty and Joanie is my age – you know them – and they've done that since they got married twenty years ago. I think that's WHY they got married because it turns 'em both on big time! Just like us except they started a lot earlier."

"They have had a very happy marriage. Joanie said they fucked like minks and had their vacation fun with strangers for years – maybe a couple of times a month. He was just your average ... well ... cuckold. I don't like that word. He'd watch her get fucked and jerk off and that was it."

"When they met Roger she enjoyed fucking Roger more than any other guy she had ever met and Bill enjoyed it too because Roger was so big. But Roger was very dominating and he enjoyed humiliating Bill. This was a brand new experience and Bill discovered he liked it – it really turned him on – big time. And Joanie liked to watch Bill do that to her husband. It was a new thrill for both of them. I'm not gonna let him do that to you."

"Roger's been fuckin Joanie for four or five years now. He goes over to their house every couple of weeks and fucks her while Bill sits in the bedroom and watches and masturbates."

"You said Roger likes to humiliate the Judge," I asked. "How does he do that?"

"The Judge dresses up in a three piece suit, tie and all, like he's presiding in a courtroom. Then Roger makes him get down on his knees and suck Roger's cock to get him ready to fuck the Judge's wife. Sometimes Roger even holds his head and fucks him in the mouth and ejaculates on his tonsils while his wife watches, encourages the Judge to take it deeper, and laughs."

"Oh my God!" I said. "The distinguished Judge William Anderson gives a blowjob to Roger?"

"It's not exactly a blow job, honey. Roger's fuckin him in the mouth. But afterwards the Judge jacks off like a horny high school kid. Roger thinks it's fun to watch the Judge jack off because the Judge has such a little dick."

"A little dick?" I asked. "How little?"

"It's only five inches according to Joanie," Donna said, throwing her head back and laughing hysterically about the small size of the Judge's pecker.

Shit! That's what I've got, I thought. Five inches! A little dick! I don't think Donna thought about it before she said it. She'd never hurt me on purpose.

"Of course the husbands of the other gals Roger fucks have no idea what their wives are up to. He fucks a lot of ladies but he's always very careful. Not one of their husbands even suspects that his wife is getting fucked. The gals all work together to help him."

"Work together?" I asked.

"You know about 'girls night out' don't you?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Several nights each week three or four gals get together for dinner or a movie. You do that a lot."

"Well what happens is that the girls drop the lucky gal off at a motel to fuck Roger while the others have dinner or take in a movie. Then later, they deliver a thoroughly fucked and very well satisfied wife back home. She tells her loving hubby about the dinner or the movie while she sits there wearing a Kotex to catch Roger's cum dripping out of her well satisfied pussy. You know husbands never listen to what their wives say and only rarely check out their pussies."

"Shit! How many gals has Roger fucked?"

"I have no idea, darling, but he's fuckin at least four or five now. He has to get loose from his wife Sarah so he can't do it every night. Over the years he's probably fucked over a dozen. I mean ... he's so handsome and loving! And as I said we're lucky he's gonna do me once a week. So be nice to him."

Nice to him, I thought? Shit! He's drinking my scotch and fuckin my wife! What the hell more does he want?

"And none of the husbands know?" I asked.

"None of them know."

"So Joanie talks about her own husband?" I said.

"Yeah she talks about her own husband. All the girls talk about everything. We are just one big happy family telling sex stories. Whose husbands won't fuck 'em, which husbands have little dicks, catching hubby jackin off in the bathroom, who's fuckin Roger, that sort of thing. Some of the stories are really good."

Roger was still snoring, as we cuddled and fell into a restful sleep. My last thoughts were about my dick. Her preference for vaginal orgasms was disturbing and sexually arousing at the same time. If a gal's tits are too small she can have plastic put in but there is absolutely nothing I can do about my five-inch pecker.

I woke up from a sound sleep with the bed shaking violently. Roger was banging Donna fiercely and she was grunting the way she grunted with me. They were fuckin missionary and he was supporting himself on his extended arms. There was enough light in the room for me to see her face. She smiled and winked at me, but kept on pumping her ass to match Roger's pounding. She was having as much fun as he was.

Roger turned his head and grinned at me. "Your wife's such good pussy, Shane, I thought I'd cut myself another piece."

"Have your fun with her Roger," I said. "Mind if I kiss her?"

"Oh shit," he said. "That's better than just talking. Yeah much better! A husband kissing his wife while I'm fuckin her brains out!"

"You're a pervert Roger," I said.

I didn't hear the animal grunts of the whore. My loving wife was obviously enjoying a recreational fuck. I rolled over and Donna welcomed my kiss. Her big tits were rolling around like two water filled balloons and I began to fondle them.

"Play with my tits baby and kiss me like you love me," she said. "Don't treat me like a whore. I'm in a loving mood with one guy kissing me while another guy fucks me. I want to have some fun."

I did what she wanted. Then I saw that she had her left arm reaching down under her thigh. She was playing with Roger's testicles. I couldn't see it but I knew that her gold wedding band was on her ring finger that was massaging his balls. Damn! Why did that always turn me on so much?

"We been fuckin for a while," she said. "Haven't we Roger?"

"Yeah," he replied. "We thought you'd never wake up Shane. I was looking forward to pounding your woman's pussy while you laid there watching her take it and played with your dick."

He looked over at my groin and saw what he expected: my erection with my hand stroking it furiously. Then he laughed and looked down at Donna.

"You're a really juicy cunt tonight, baby," he said. "If I got any cum left, you and me are gonna cook up a delicious creampie."

He shouted, "Shane, are you up for creampie?"

"I'm always up for creampie," I replied.

"Then you better get ready Shane. I been fuckin your bitch and holding back for you to wake up," Roger said.

"Don't believe him Shane," Donna said. "Roger ain't holdin back a thing! Since he started workin on this pussy he's been pounding it like he's trying to get his money's worth from a paid-for-whore.

"Get ready Shane," Roger shouted. "I'm about to pump it."

I watched his face go blank and felt his body convulse as he ejaculated deep into my wife. I was ready when Roger rolled off of her and I covered her gaping vagina with my mouth and started avidly sucking out the juice. But the only way I could get to her vagina that fast was with the top of my head touching the bed between her legs.

Shit! I was upside down! I sucked out most of the juice in this awkward position but I was staring at her asshole when I did it. As my mouth filled with that delicious cream, I noticed that none had escaped and pooled in her asshole. I'm getting good at this, I thought.

I changed positions and began eating out that pussy with my chin firmly on the cuckold's chin rest. Donna moaned appreciatively and began a gentle humping.

"I think I filled up that big pussy," Roger said. "Chow down on it Shane. Did your wife tell you I played with her sweet pussy all summer?"

I looked up at him, my chin resting on her moist beaver. "She told me Roger and I need to thank you for that. I was neglecting my duty to that pussy and she really needed the release you gave her."

"I was glad to be of service, but I sure wanted to fuck that lovely wet thing," he replied. "But she just wouldn't fuck."

"Gentlemen," Donna said loudly, "I hate to interrupt your fascinating conversation about my pussy, but may I remind you that my pussy is not merely a cosmetic ornament. It has a functional use as well and I HAVEN'T CUM YET. So I'd appreciate your attention to that minor detail."

Roger yelled at me, "Stop eating out my cum and get your tongue on her clit Shane. I'll work on her tits. I know how she likes 'em played with. I played with 'em all summer. And the bitch wouldn't even give me a blowjob."

I looked up long enough to say, "You'll get that blowjob tomorrow, Roger. You have my personal guarantee."

A few minutes of expert attention from both of us and Donna started her orgasm. It was not the BIG O, but it was a good one all the same. She lay there panting for air.

"Thank you my darling husband for your tongue," Donna said. "And thank you my darling Roger for those wonderful hands. Those big hands work a magical spell on my tits. Please feel free to massage them whenever the mood strikes you."

"I'll do that," Roger said. "How about in my office when you stop by with contracts?"

"If your staff is out to lunch and you lock the door," Donna said, "I'll strip down buck-naked for your pleasure."

"If you get naked you're gonna get more than a tit massage!" Roger said, laughing.

"Promises, promises," said Donna. "Men always make 'em then break 'em."

Roger rolled over and went back to sleep. We cuddled and listened to Roger snore.

Donna whispered in my ear, "So what else do you want to watch me do to turn you on?"

"When you were up at the lake with Roger this summer, you fantasized about bending over and letting him do you doggie, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I did. That was a favorite fantasy of mine when I masturbated last summer."

"I want to watch that on the lake shore," I said. 

"I'll fuck him that way tomorrow morning in the sunshine," she said, "especially for my loving husband!"

"I want to watch you give Roger that blowjob he's been asking for all summer and I want to watch you swallow."

"Roger will be glad to get that at last," she said. "Anything else?"

"That's it for now but I'm sure I'll think or more."

She giggled as though she had a dirty thought. "Want me to take him up the ass? Do you want to hear me scream in pain?"

"I do NOT," I said firmly. "That bastard's thick cock would tear your asshole. Your pain would not turn me on. But remember darling, always wear your wedding ring. I like to see my ring on your hand when you grab a thick cock and shove it in like you really need it"

"What about more than one guy?" Donna asked. 

"I trust Roger." I said. "I don't know any guy I trust enough to do that. I don't want you to get a reputation as a whore."

"I AM a whore," she chuckled.

"Yeah but you're my personal whore," I said. "Maybe we can take a cruise and meet some people we don't know."

We lay quietly for a few minutes and then I asked a question that I had wanted to ask since this whole thing began.

"Donna," I said, "is it okay I'm the way I am. Would you want me like I was before?"

Donna pulled me close and kissed me softly.

"We love each other," she said. "I really enjoy fucking Roger. He gives me the BIG O. We can't do anything about what turns us on sexually and he turns BOTH of us on. Of course I wouldn't do it if you told me not to. But our lives are a hell of a lot different than when Joey was in trouble. And actually I think our sex lives are gonna be better than they were before he got in trouble."

"So you're okay fucking Roger?"

"I'm better than okay. Roger's really a great fuck! But if you want to watch me fuck other guys I'll do it," she said.

"Did you two plan this night?" I asked, remembering our conversation while they fucked on the beach.

"After what happened Monday night, remember, I asked you Tuesday morning if you enjoyed it and you said you did. I asked if you wanted to do it again and you said yes. So I thought that, maybe ... well, you might like to see Roger and me fuck."

Shit! I remember that conversation in bed Tuesday morning. I had said I enjoyed it and wanted to do it again but I never dreamed it would be with Roger.

"Now, after what happened between me and Roger this summer," she continued, "I can honestly say I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him real bad. I thought that if you liked to watch me fuck some guy then my choice of a guy was Roger. So I called him Tuesday afternoon."

"What did you tell him?" I asked.

"I told him what happened Monday night. And I invited him up for a visit."

"What did he say?"

"He said he'd come."

"What did he think?"

She paused in thought. "Well, Roger always thought you'd like to watch him fuck me under the right circumstances. He said that last summer. I don't have the faintest idea why he thought that. You two were close friends and you traveled a lot together. I don't know what happened on those trips."

"Nothing. Nothing happened to ME," I said. "At least nothing I can remember. Roger picked up girls in bars and took them up to his room and fucked 'em. He went home with two or three married couples and he told me their husbands liked to watch their wives get fucked. We talked about sex a lot but nothing specific I can remember."

"But you know," I said, "As I think back now to those conversations I remember asking him more about the couples than the single ladies. I found those couple stories very interesting. I was interested in how the husbands felt."

"Something you said or did must have tipped him off. Maybe it was your curiosity about couples. Anyway he thought you'd enjoy watching us fuck," she said.

I sighed. "Well he was right."

"So I invited him up here thinking I might fuck him. I watched you carefully on the beach last night and if you had called me or taken my hand and led me up to bed I would have gone with you."

Then she chuckled. "Of course I'd of thought about that big dick while I was fuckin you."

"But on the beach I saw you playing with your peter and then pumping a load on the sand so that gave me permission to fuck him. Thank you for letting me fuck him, darling. Thank you very much." 

"And you did have my permission," I said. "I saw you standing next to him stark naked and I wanted him to fuck you. I didn't even know I was playing with my dick. You two saw it before I did. And he fucked you and I spread your legs for him. Jesus! I spread your legs for the guy who was fuckin my wife! And that turned me on! And I'd do it again!"

"The bottom line is I wanted to fuck him," she said, "and down deep YOU wanted to watch me fuck him. Now it's real and I'm gonna fuck him again when he wakes up tomorrow morning. It's for your pleasure AND mine."

"Well maybe that home invasion was good after all," I said.

"Yeah. I'm glad I was raped," she whispered softly. "It was the first sex I'd had in two years. Watching me fuck turned you on. What you went through with Joey either changed you or more likely opened up your mind to the real you. I mean all that psychiatric therapy and the drugs and the recovery from such a serious illness can change people or open their minds. The bottom line is you like to watch me fuck."

"Yeah, you're right." I said.

"And now I'm a whore," she chuckled.

"Yeah but you're my personal whore," I said.



Home Invasion Ch. 03



The sun was shining brightly through the window on three naked people in bed together -- all of us with headaches.

It's Friday morning and I'm laying in bed with my forty-year-old wife and my best friend, who has been fucking my wife since he got here yesterday. This unlikely story began when I brought my wife up to a cabin on Lake Kabetogama in northern Minnesota for a quiet vacation.

Monday night my home was invaded by two guys who took our money and who also took a liking to my wife's big tits. They decided to fuck her and to increase their fun they made me watch as I was tied up. I was surprised to discover that I enjoyed watching her get fucked. I was also surprised that my wife enjoyed the experience as much as I did. In fact, so much so, that she invited my best friend Roger Adler to join us for our first experience at three-way sex. Unlikely, I will admit, but that's the way it went down.

It seems hard to believe that after all that heavy fucking the three of us finally woke up alive. It was after ten o'clock. Roger lay there complaining of a headache. I was in better shape than I deserved and Donna was completely fucked out, lying there almost helpless.

"My pussy is sore," said Donna.

"Your pussy needs a gentle tongue lashing," opined Roger, our resident expert on pussies.

"You're right Roger," Donna said. "That's exactly what I need. Warm and gentle and loving and maybe then it will feel wanted. I'm sure as hell in no mood to get out of bed and take a cold douche."

"You got a job Shane," Roger said. "You're the resident eater of pussies. But I warn you. It will be stale and taste fishy."

I was a beginner. I had eaten my first freshly fucked pussy last night. But I needed to learn my trade, I thought, so gradually I moved my sore and stiff body between my wife's lovely legs and put my chin on the cuckold's chin rest. I smelled it immediately. A strong fishy aroma! This, I had been told, was what a stale, well-fucked pussy smelled like. Like anchovies left out of the refrigerator over night.

"Get to it Shane," Roger said. "That's in your job description. I fuck her and you eat her out -- fresh or stale. Creampie is like cheese. It gets more flavorful as it ages."

I looked down at the wrinkled lips of that forty-year-old pussy. He was right! It looked like cheese! Those big lips were covered with dried cum and dried pussy juice. I got to work, first licking those dry lips to get them wet, then shoving my tongue between them to get her whole pussy wet. Finally I began to suck up the fishy tasting juice inside her vagina.

It was humiliating cuckold's work, but arousing. It was at least fifteen minutes before I was dealing with anything resembling a fresh pussy. Only a hint of the fishy smell and taste remained. I had been gentle and loving but to my chagrin both Donna and Roger had gone back to sleep during my ministrations.

I moved up in bed and kissed my wife gently on the lips.

She woke up suddenly and jumped.

"Oh shit," she cried out. "Go brush your teeth! Your mouth tastes like stale pussy! It smells like spoiled fish!"

Roger woke up too. He looked over at Donna and asked, "How does your sweet pussy feel now darling?"

Donna got a funny expression on her face as she reached down and explored it. Then she laughed.

"It's nice and moist and not sore anymore," she said. "And all that dried up gunk is gone -- just like a warm douche."

"Our resident muff diver's work," said Roger. "How do you like stale pussy Shane?"

"Tastes like rotten anchovies," I said. "It's hell to get clean."

"Did you get a hard on?" Asked Roger.

"Of course," I responded.

"Have you taken care of it?" He asked.

"Of course" I replied.

"Then you enjoyed yourself," Roger said.

"Yeah. But I much prefer eating freshly fucked pussy."

"Okay, lets all head for the lake," he said. "We might find some down there.

We got out of bed and ran out to the porch, moving faster than we felt like moving. There were no boats in sight on the lake but I grabbed our robes just in case. We ran down the path to the lake buck naked in broad daylight and jumped eagerly into the cold refreshing water. Only residents of Minnesota, and perhaps a few neighboring states, have the courage to do this.

Splashing around we cleansed ourselves of male and female juices of all sorts. I even ducked under the water and washed out my mouth and cleaned my face. Eating recently fucked pussy gets your face real messy from chin to eyebrows, if you do it right.

When we got back on the beach, we felt refreshed and awake. There is nothing like Minnesotan lake water to awaken the senses. We stood there in the warm sun and looked out at the deserted lake. Then Roger began to stroke Donna's magnificent naked body with those big hands she loved.

"You do that very well Roger," she said. "Don't stop. Oh look! Hubby's little dick is getting hard. Isn't it pretty?"

"Pretty to you maybe," said Roger. "You love him. Personally, I like 'em bigger than that."

"You're turning me on Roger. Wanna do me doggie here on the beach? That would be fun in bright sunlight and my hubby told me last night he wanted to see that."

"Shit! Your dick's still soft!" she said, looking over at him. His huge testicles were hanging lower than the head of that thick uncircumcised cock.

"I haven't had the help of a talented mouth," said Roger. "Perhaps your husband might accommodate me."

"He won't be ready to do that for weeks Roger. He's just a beginner," Donna said.

Suck his cock? I thought. Suck Roger's big cock to get him up to fuck my wife? Was I gonna have to do that? Shit! That's degrading! I just wanna watch him do it.

"If you can't get it up then my loving hubby will have to fuck me. With his little dick doing me doggie he'll need a finger on my clit to bring me off. But Roger, that ten-inch monster of yours will bottom out in doggie and you'll give me the Big O."

Donna turned to me and asked an embarrassing question. "Honey which would you rather do? Fuck me or jack off watching Roger fuck me?"

I guess I was still not properly broken in as a cuckold. The choice was obvious to me but saying it out loud was very embarrassing. How could any husband say that to his wife in front of her lover? What kind of man would rather watch his wife get fucked than fuck her himself? A now-familiar wave of helplessness and humiliation swept over me and my pecker throbbed.

I looked down at the sand and said very softly, "I'd rather watch."

Roger gave a contemptuous chuckle.

"Then I'll get him up. Come over here, Roger," Donna said and pulled him over to where I had spread our robes on the sand.

She got down on her knees and began to fellate Roger's soft cock rapidly. It was the work of several minutes before that remarkable organ began to spring to life. She continued to stroke it pulling his thick foreskin back and forth over his huge glans.

Watching my wife suck that monster was maxing out my arousal. She had promised me in bed last night that I could watch her take a big load of jism on her tonsils and Jesus! I wanted to see that. I started trembling watching them together.

When she was sure his dick was functional, she loaded it with saliva and then assumed the doggie position and guided Roger into her. She looked over at me and smiled and winked.

"Okay Roger plow that pussy!" Donna said. 

"Oh shit," she said after a few seconds. "That's nice! You're gonna bottom out doin me doggie! Oh yeah Roger make me feel it! Shove it in deep! Remember guys, when I start to cum squeeze my tits. Squeeze 'em hard. Oh shit that feels good. Fuck me Roger! Fuck me harder!"

As always my eyes were frozen on that oversized instrument as it slipped easily in and out of my wife's wet pussy making those wet sounds I loved to hear. He fucked her steadily. But when he fucked her harder her body was driven forward by each thrust. 

"Come over here Shane," she panted.

I walked over and stood with my hip next to her head.

"Okay Shane, hold me so he goes in deep. Come on baby help me! He's gotta get deep to make me cum!"

She put her shoulder against my hip, which took the brunt of Roger's powerful thrust. Her body could no longer escape his pounding cock. Her big tits hung down and bounced wildly with each stroke.

"Oh yeah," she screamed. "That's it! Shane baby, hold me. I want that big bastard to bottom out."

Then she started those husky grunts and I knew his long dick was stretching out her muscular vagina like she wanted and would soon give her the Big O. Jesus! It was humiliating for a husband to help another guy fuck his wife. I had spread her legs for him last night and now I was helping him again. Hell no I wasn't helping HIM! I was helping HER enjoy him better. Shit! What's the difference? It was turning me on either way and I'm playing with my pecker.

I remembered her in bed whispering that question which haunted my mind. Did it bother me that Roger could give her a pleasure that my short dick would never be able to give her? HELL YES it bothered me, every time I helped that bastard fuck her. And this was the FOURTH time he's fucked her since he got here last night. Why the hell did it turn me on so much?

She continued those husky grunts that signaled his deep penetration. She was bent over taking every inch of that ten-inch cock and it was something I had never seen in bright sunlight. She stared out at the horizon but her eyes were glazed over now and she was only seeing whatever fantasy she had when a big cock bottomed out and stretched her vagina to the limit.

When her body started to tremble and her grunts changed to groans I knew her muscular vagina was grabbing Roger's cock and squeezing it real hard. Roger groaned, pounded her another minute, and then began ejaculating. Donna's big tits were bouncing wildly and I grabbed one with my free hand and squeezed it firmly when she screamed for us to play with her tits, as she had done with every orgasm since I fucked her my Junior year in college. Roger grabbed the other tit and helped me please her.

I pumped my load on the sand as Roger pumped his seed into the deepest part of my wife's vagina. Jesus that felt good! Three almost simultaneous orgasms! What a great threesome we had.

He just stood there, his dick getting soft inside her. Donna was bent over panting for air, her large tits no longer bouncing but hanging down and jiggling gently as she breathed. Roger looked at me and leered. 

"There's another picture for the album in your head Shane. Your wife taking a big one in the bright sunlight. Listen to her pant! The bitch really enjoyed it. Next week at Rotary I'll look at you and grin and you'll remember the picture of me fucking her on this beach. You'll see us in your head and get a hard on!"

Shit! I felt it in my gut just like he'd kicked me in the balls. It was gonna happen to me sitting in Rotary.

"Roger," Donna said harshly in her office manager voice, "I wish you wouldn't kick my husband in the testicles like that. I know they're hanging down there helplessly. And I know they make a tempting target for a dominant bastard like you. But I wish you could be more gentle with him. I love him. You're drinking his scotch and fucking his wife and that ought to be enough to build up your ego without tormenting him."

"Yes mam, I'll try," Roger said patiently. "But now your loving hubby has a job to do."

Then he looked at me and grinned. "You were talking earlier Shane about how good freshly fucked pussy tasted, old buddy. I'll lay her on the robes and you spread her legs enjoy your breakfast."

He laid her down and I was on my knees between her lovely legs in an instant. Those big wrinkled lips, engorged by her arousal, gaped wide and creamy white semen was dripping out. I began licking up the mixture of his jism and her juices and it tasted delicious. FRESH anchovies for a change and my senses were flooded by that wonderful musky taste of Roger's cum with a slight hint of ammonia. It was a big, hairy pussy and a very heavy load of jism, but ten minutes of work and she was clean and I had another hard on.

I masturbated again while that bastard grinned at me and winked at my wife. After a brief rest it was back into the lake for them to soak the juices off their genitals and for me to wash 'em off my face. Then donning our robes we headed for the cabin. For the first time in over twelve hours we were not naked.

After we got back from our swim, Donna went into the kitchen and started fixing lunch. Roger and I sat on the porch each of us sipping a Bloody Mary.

We were having a conversation about some business matters when I heard a faint musical tone and Roger reacted instantly by jumping up and running into the bedroom. I heard him talking on his cell phone but I couldn't understand what he was saying. When he returned to the porch he was angry.

"It's the Boone account," he said angrily. "That dumb bastard Sweeny didn't explain to them why their taxes were going up when they changed to the Lincoln Fund. I explained to Sweeny that they'd make it up next year but the dumb bastard forgot how. I've got to meet with them at nine o'clock tomorrow. Shit! I'll have to leave by three to get back to St. Paul and be ready for that meeting.

I was as unhappy as Roger about Sweeny's mistake. I had really enjoyed watching him fuck Donna. It was a completely new experience for me and I was looking forward to watching them fuck a lot more this weekend. It was not to be.

"I gotta pack and load the car. And make a couple of phone calls," Roger said and headed inside.

Donna joined me on the porch.

"Lunch will be ready when he finishes," she said.

After a few minutes Roger walked in and announced he had finished packing. He joined us and we had lunch in the kitchen.

After lunch, I noticed Roger and Donna having a whispered conversation on the porch as I carried his last suitcase out to his car.

I heard Donna say, "You can ask him but if he says no that's it, you understand?"

"I understand," he said.

Roger came into the living room and smiled at me in a friendly way. 

"Shane," he said. "I have a special favor to ask you. It's okay with Donna but she says I have to get your permission. I told you how I was into dominance sex. I'd like to play a dominance game with the three of us."

I respected Roger but this was something new. So far it had been just simple fucking. On the other hand I trusted him and I wanted our relationship to continue. Perhaps I should find out more.

"Tell me how the game is played Roger," I said.

"You remember in bed last night when you held Donna and kissed her while I fucked her and made her cum? It was almost like she was someplace else - not with you but with me. Like I was stealing your wife right out of your arms."

"Yeah Roger, I remember having that feeling," I said.

"Well this is something like that except I'll be talking to you dominantly about stealing your wife and telling you she likes to fuck me better than you and insulting you."

"Sounds kinda silly to me," I said. "And I'm supposed to believe it's real?"

"Yeah it is silly in daylight," he replied. "But if all three of us are into the same fantasy, it can get very real in the dark, especially if we've had a stiff drink and a couple of hits from a joint. I think our partnership might fit together like that. And if we do we'll all three have a new kind of fun."

"Okay Roger," I said. "Let's give it a try. I'll get the booze and you light the joint."

I got a bottle of Blanton's from the kitchen and poured three double shots. Blanton's is a nice soft bourbon that goes down easily. We'd already had Bloody Marys so we were feeling good and this would give us a nice buzz. We pulled the shades to darken the bedroom, got naked, and puffed on the joint.

We got in bed and Roger stroked himself till he was hard. I could tell by looking at him that he was already turning on thinking about what we were gonna do. He mounted Donna missionary. I got that wonderful feeling in my groin when I watched her spread her legs for him.

Then they started to fuck. It was a soft, slow, loving fuck and they whispered as they fucked. Donna giggled a lot and several times she laughed, a high musical laugh. He wasn't banging some horny bitch -- he was making tender love to my wife and she was high on alcohol and pot and she responded lovingly. He was getting her ready for something. And he was whispering in her ear a lot.

"Okay Shane get on your belly and get between us and take your wife in your arms and start kissing her," he said. "Make love to her. Talk sweet. Be her loving husband."

He rose up on his extended arms allowing me to get between his body and hers. I kissed her on the lips. She seemed very drowsy but we French kissed and she sucked my tongue. I started playing with her tits in a gentle romantic manner to match the gentle fuck she was getting from Roger. I whispered lovingly in her ear. Roger's powerful, muscular body was hitting me in the back as he fucked her. I could feel her hips lift up in response to his thrusts.

"Now THIS is something we need to do more often," Donna said in a sleepy voice. "I got two men making sweet love to me at the same time."

"Not for long darling," Roger said lovingly. "Remember what I told you."

"I'll remember," Donna said.

"Now I'm gonna make it better for you honey," he said in the same loving voice. "Let's get you up where I can love you better. Remember what I said about loving me."

With that he reached under her ass and lifted her up till her legs were over his shoulders and increased the strength of his thrusts. I could tell that some of his thrusts were now starting to bottom out deep in her vagina and I heard her grunt in pleasure each time one did.

My head was on her belly and when I looked down at her hairy beaver, I could see that thick cock going in and out of her curly pubic hair only inches from my face. Damn! That thing was long! The gentle loving fuck was getting more intense now and he seemed to be teasing her with the deeper thrusts she loved.

"Lift it up to me baby," he said tenderly. "Lift that sweet pussy up to me. You like that?"

I felt her pump her ass harder and higher. He was talking to her in a loving voice that had an almost hypnotic quality. What the hell was he doing?

"Oh yes," Donna said. "Keep doing it that way Roger. It's just like you said it would be. Make love to me darling. Oh God! Make love to me like you promised."

She was breathing deeper now and I could feel her body responding to his. That big dick was getting to her and so was his hypnotic voice. She seemed almost like she was in a trance.

"We need to go someplace where I can do this better," he said, again in that same soft voice. "Would you like that?"

"What about my husband?" Donna whispered.

"He'll be okay at home," Roger said soothingly. "He's playing with his peter and he's happy. Don't worry about him. He'll be all right."

"Are you sure," she asked in a hazy, sleepy voice.

"I'm sure Donna," Roger said soothingly. "Remember, your loving hubby doesn't have the balls to take care of you. You're free to do anything you want to do. Let's go someplace where we can fuck in private and I'll make love to you. Remember what I told you."

"Shane," Roger said in a more dominating voice, "I'm taking your wife away from you now. We're going to a place where she won't feel you or hear you. I'm gonna fuck her in private and she's gonna fall in love with me. And you're gonna watch it happen Shane and you won't be able to do a damn thing about it."

Then he said softly, "Are you ready to go honey?"

"Is it okay Shane?" She asked me softly.

"No it's not okay," I responded. "Stay here with me."

"He says it's okay," Roger said. "He says he wants us to be alone and make love to each other."




Home Invasion Ch. 03



"Thank you honey," she said. "I love you. Play with your peter. I'll be back after Roger and I have made love together."

"Come on Donna," Roger said softly. "Lets go where we can be alone together − where we can make love, just like I promised you."

Donna giggled and said, "Okay Roger. I'll go with you and we'll make love to each other alone. You promised me it would be fun." 

All the time he talked to her he continued to fuck her like a devoted lover but he kept teasing her with those deep penetrations.

Shit! I looked down at Donna and her eyes were closed tight and she was in some kind of trance -- almost like she was hypnotized. What had he done to her? It was like she was leaving me. She was reaching up to embrace him and trying to pull him closer.

"Donna, look at me," I said to her but she didn't respond.

"Donna," I said again and I tried to kiss her but she turned her head away from me and kept reaching up for Roger.

"You like this baby?" Roger asked her. "It feels better when we're alone doesn't it?"

He kept on fucking her softly and affectionately, continuing to tease her and make her beg for the deep thrusts.

"Deeper Roger. Deeper! Please! Oh God that feels good. I love it. Make love to me Roger."

Shit! My wife was alone with him and having fun. That bastard just took her away from me. I wanted her back. Shit! What is happening to me? I'm starting to feel like she's really gone and I can't get her back.

"Roger let her go. Bring her back. Please!"

Why did I say that when I know she's right here? In my own voice I heard a kind of pathetic, pleading helplessness. This fantasy is getting to me too. He's getting to us both. I'm watching her alone fucking him and it's like getting kicked in the balls.

"Your hubby's not here Donna. You're my woman now and you're going to love me. Feel it baby and then tell me you love me," he said lovingly.

"Shane," he said with an ugly chuckle, "she's my private pussy now. I'm gonna have my fun with your wife and you're gonna hear her tell me how much she loves me. I'll bring her back when I'm finished with her."

They continued to fuck lovingly, but suddenly Donna screamed, "Shane! Shane! Where are you?"

She stopped pumping her hips and opened her eyes.

"It's not working Roger," she shouted. "I'm awake now. Get out of the saddle."

She pushed him and he rolled off of her to the side.

"What's the matter Donna," he said. "What happened?"

"I just woke up," she said. "I was fucking you and it felt good and I was thinking about my husband watching me fuck and pounding his peter and suddenly he was gone. Roger you made HIM disappear all right but when he left I turned off."

"You turned off?" Roger asked.

"I just turned off. You're a great fuck Roger but I need Shane watching me to have my fun. Kiss me Shane! I want to feel your body next to me. All of a sudden I need to feel you. Don't leave me again. You being gone was a weird feeling."

I was waking up out of the daze that the booze and pot and Roger's voice had put me in. I held her close and gave her a big kiss.

"You're a lucky man Shane. I never saw that happen before," he said. 

"You do that to Joanie don't you Roger?" Donna said angrily.

"I do it a lot," Roger said, "and the poor Judge really turns on watching what she does when she thinks she's alone with me. Shane, were you turned on just now?"

I thought about it and tried to capture what I had felt. I wasn't sure.

"I was scared and alone and I think I begged you to bring her back. It was a weird feeling. I don't want to feel like that again."

"Well that's one good fantasy down the tube," Roger said." But there are a lot more. I guess I have to use those with Shane in them though. Shit! I hope he likes what we make him do."

"I'm sorry to spoil your fun Roger." Donna said. "But I just couldn't fuck you without my husband here with me. Let me make it up to you. You do remember my promise last night don't you? My husband wants to watch me keep that promise."

Donna reached over to Roger and started playing with his flaccid cock, which responded quickly to her attention.

"You promised me a blowjob last night," he said. "And you teased me all summer with hand jobs and you drove me wild. Every time you did me I figured you'd finally show me a little mercy and take a load in your mouth but you never did."

"Yeah," I said. "But she got a lot of facials."

Roger laughed. "That was fun. Stand up here by the bed with me Donna and let me work on you with my hands. I'll get you in the mood real fast."

They stood by the bed holding each other and Roger rubbed her body with his big hands. I realized as I watched them that this was what they had done all summer. Roger reached down and fingered her rock-hard clit and she took that mammoth cock in both hands and began to move his thick foreskin up and down over his bulbous purple head.

I could see immediately why she got so many facials. He was so tall and his dick so long that the head of his dick was almost between her big breasts. When she bent her head to look down, her face was just inches above the head of that thick cock.

It was only a matter of a few minutes before Donna had a gentle, almost loving, orgasm, moaning softly and stroking Roger faster as she approached her climax. Roger certainly knew how to bring her off with his hands. Of course that bastard had had a lot of practice this past summer. He continued to rub her body as she recovered from her pleasure.

Then he said, "On you knees baby. You teased me all summer. I been wantin to pump a load in your mouth for months."

Donna dropped to her knees, closed her eyes, and took the head of his cock into her mouth and I could see her tongue swirling around under his foreskin. Her head went back and forth as she took more and more of that organ into her mouth. There was no way she could get it all but I was surprised at the amount she took before he clearly went past her tonsils and hit the back of her throat.

"Watch this Shane," Roger said. "I'm gonna whitewash her tonsils. And after I do you are gonna get a big wet kiss from your loving wife."

I was watching her blow him and pounding my peter like a school kid. Shit! I thought. Joanie sucks off Roger and then kisses the Judge. Donna's gonna do the same thing to me. I felt a thrill run through my body. That dominant bastard's gonna laugh at me when I swallow his cum. I was turning on big time.

Roger put two hands on the back of her head and anchored her helplessly as he began pumping his hips forcefully, fucking her in the mouth. Donna choked several times as he shoved his long cock deep but then she grabbed his scrotum in two hands and began to squeeze his testicles forcefully. Shit! She had him by the balls! He'd better not try to choke her with that big dick now.

I think Roger recognized the position he was in because he eased up on the force of his pumping and did not try to force her to take all of that big cock. Then she began massaging his testicles lovingly. He settled into a steady rhythm that gave her a mouthful back to her tonsils but did not choke her and she began to work her lips and tongue on him rhythmically as she massaged those huge low hanging balls.

It was a beautiful blowjob. I was watching them from the side and when things settled down to a regular rhythm and he was grunting with each thrust, she opened her eyes, made eye contact with me, and winked. She smiled with her eyes because her lips were too busy working on Roger's thick organ. She was obviously in complete control of the situation.

He fucked that very receptive mouth for about five minutes and then said, "Oh God baby here it comes."

I watched his huge testicles lift up out of her hands high and tight in his scrotum. I saw Roger's face go blank and I knew he was about to pump his load. He got this same blank expression each time before he ejaculated.

Suddenly he pulled her head closer and shoved that big dick deep into her throat. I heard Donna gag and saw her swallow convulsively several times until she pulled her head back and got his cock out of her throat. Then I watched her take spurt after spurt of Roger's semen into her mouth with Roger grunting like a bull as he always did when he ejaculated.

He finished and opened his eyes and looked down at her. Then he looked over at me and grinned.

"Get ready Shane," he said. "I think you're gonna like this as much as the Judge does. Okay baby give your loving hubby a big wet kiss."

Donna got up off her knees and came toward me. I could see that her mouth was full and she had a smile on her face. I was on my side in bed pounding my pecker and she bent down, lifted my chin up, and placed her lips firmly against mine. Her tongue forced my lips open and she squirted what had to be a shot glass full of thick, slimy, musty tasting fluid into my mouth. I ejaculated on her thighs as she stood by the bed and fed me that creamy mouthful.

I started to swallow but it took several swallows to get it all down and it was sticky and stuck to my tongue and throat. Roger let out that lewd chuckle as he watched me swallow his seed.

Donna laughed and said, "Take it slow honey. It's real sticky. Swallow just a little bit at a time. You'll get used to it with practice."

Then looking back at Roger she asked him, "Was that BJ worth waiting for Roger?"

Roger laughed with her and answered, "Watching you share it with your loving husband made it very worthwhile Donna."

Donna smiled and said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it Roger. And thank you. You were very gentle on my throat."

"Gentle on your throat? You had me by the balls you bitch," he shouted. "Every time I tried to get rough with you I felt you squeeze my testicles with something a hell of a lot more energetic than a loving caress. Any harder and you'd a popped one of 'em."

Donna chuckled and said, "That's called teamwork, Roger. I make sure we work together for our mutual satisfaction. I enjoyed suckin your dick."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "but I got you deep at the end. That's where the Judge takes my full load."

"With a little more practice," Donna said, "I'll take it all back there myself."

"Oh no you won't," he laughed. "I don't want you to swallow it all. I want a lot of my jism in your mouth just like Jeanie has so you can share it with your loving husband. The expression on his face when he tried to swallow that sticky cum was priceless."

They both laughed and looked over at me still trying to get that sticky stuff off my lips and tongue.

Donna and I put on our robes and went into the kitchen. Roger got a quick shower and dressed to drive back.

Roger came into the kitchen, checked his watch, and said, "Time for one more drink before I leave. But you probably ought to make mine iced tea or coke. And Donna, could you make me a sandwich to take with me."

"Okay Roger, but remember, we decided you should talk to him," Donna said in her firm, controlling voice. "Now's the time."

"Take my hubby for a walk Roger. But remember, Shane is the man I love. Say what he NEEDS to hear, but please try to say it as gently as you can."

Donna took drink orders and went back into the kitchen.

What the hell is this all about, I wondered? I followed him out to the porch overlooking the bright sunlit lake and we started down the trail. I was still in my robe but Roger was fully dressed to leave. We talked as we walked slowly toward the lake.

"Well Shane," he said. "Your wife is concerned about you and she wants me to have a talk with you."

"What is Donna concerned about?" I asked, wondering what the hell this was all about.

"She's worried that you might develop negative feelings.

"Negative feelings?"

"Yeah. This is first time you've watched her fuck and she's worried that after I leave you might start feeling negative about her asking me to come up here and fuck her. Your wife's been fuckin like a mink Shane -- hell I've fucked her five times since I got here last night and the last one was down her throat!"

"And you've watched her fuck − she just goes crazy! Donna is worried that when I'm not here you'll start to feel bad about all that fuckin. She wants you to have a positive outlook, you know, be upbeat about it."

I don't know why but what he said made me angry. A positive outlook? Upbeat? Shit! He'd been playing with a very friendly pussy all summer and they both wanted to fuck. It wasn't just an accident in the moonlight. They'd planned it. I never had a chance! And I'm supposed to be positive? How the hell can I be positive about that bastard fucking my wife when I can't do a damn thing about it because it turns me on so much? I'm helpless and I'm ashamed and I'm humiliated! Shit! I'm a fuckin pervert!

"How do I do that?" I asked him, trying to stay calm.

"Remember, I'm your friend and I want to help you," he said. "So let me start at the beginning. Donna is a lady so she used real nice words but I'm gonna tell you straight. When Donna saw you get a hard on watching her fuck those home invaders Monday night, she figured that you were a cuck. She was surprised."

"Frankly Shane," he said, "I wasn't all that surprised. When I told you about me doing couples you always wanted to know how the husbands reacted. You were very interested in that. Too interested. I always thought you might be a cuck."

Then he laughed an obscene laugh and grinned at me.

"Your wife called me Tuesday," he continued, "and told me what happened Monday night. She was horny and said she thought you might get a hard on if you saw us together naked. We'd been wanting to fuck for months and that would be our chance. She had an eager pussy Shane and I was crazy to get at it. So I came up as soon as I could. Then on the beach when I saw you playing with your peter as you looked at us naked, I knew you wanted to watch us fuck."

Of course I was aware of some of this. Roger had told me last night on the beach when I was spreading her legs for him to fuck her. Where was he headed with this?

"How do I think positive?" I asked, realizing that I might be about to explode inside but I tried to sound meek.

"First you have to understand what's happening. Think about this as a partnership Shane. You understand business partnerships. So let's talk about it like that. There are three people enjoying really great sex together. But the pleasures are different for each one of us because we each have different needs."

Different needs. Partnership. Yeah maybe I see that, I thought.

"I understand your needs Shane. Let me tell you what they are."

He took my arm and stepped closer to me. We stopped on the trail and he spoke softly like a close friend.

"You enjoyed spreading your wife's legs for me the first time I fucked her. It turned you on to hold her in position, this morning on the beach, so I could fuck her deep the way she likes."

Then he continued to talk about other things I had in my head, pictures that I had thought were very private.

Oh my God! I looked up at this powerful man, half a foot taller than me. He knows the shameful things that turn me on! I felt my groin tingle in arousal and my pecker suddenly got hard. I looked down and saw it sticking out of my robe. Shit! It's embarrassing for him to do that to me! I tucked it back in and Roger chuckled and continued.

"You get turned on Shane, by helping some OTHER man fuck the woman you love and then you're sexually gratified watching her enjoy it. And I'm that man right now. But Shane, after me there are going to be others!"

Oh my God! Other men? My pecker started throbbing and popped back out of my robe. He knew what I was thinking! He looked down at my erection and chuckled again. Then he smiled at me in a friendly way as we turned and continued down the trail. My pecker was now sticking out of my robe and bouncing up and down comically as I walked along in the bright sunlight.

"Now let me tell you about my needs Shane. I enjoy dominant sex. A husband spreading his wife's legs for me turns me on. Talking to you in a friendly way while I fucked your wife last night turned me on when I saw how humiliated you were because you enjoyed watching me fuck her."

Jesus I thought! The things that turned me on were the same things that turned him on! HE needed ME to have his fun just like I needed HIM to have mine. That's what he meant by a partnership.

"I enjoy fucking another man's wife Shane. It's not just eager pussy. It's a power thing. When I'm secretly fuckin a wife from the club, I like to join her husband at the bar and have a drink with him and a friendly conversation. I can get a hard on just sitting there talking to that poor bastard and thinking about how his wife gives me blowjobs and then goes home and kisses him goodnight. Thinking how I'm fuckin his bitch regular and he doesn't know a damn thing about it. That's a power turn on Shane."

Jesus! I'm glad Donna was strong enough not to fuck him in secret. I could see him laughing at me at the club or the office because he was fuckin her without me knowing about it. I love that woman and I'm grateful to her. I gotta let her have as much fun with that big cock as she wants.

"Now let's talk about Donna's needs. Donna loves you deeply and she needs you in her life to meet that need. But Monday night Donna discovered another need, a very unique need. I think you know what that is. THAT'S why she wants to fuck me Shane."

I remembered my talk with Donna about vaginal and clitoral orgasms. Now I'm feeling the same sickness in my gut that I felt when I discovered that I could never give her the big vaginal orgasm she craved. And I'm walking right next to the well-hung bastard that CAN. He can stretch her out and give her that and he says he wants to help me feel positive about him giving her a pleasure that I can't give her.

Roger continued. "Last summer Shane, your wife couldn't keep her hands off my pecker. She played with it every chance she got. She wanted it -- wanted it bad! I think maybe she'd fucked a guy with a big dick before and got that big orgasm she wants. Anyway, she really wanted to fuck! But she wouldn't, because you were sick and she loved you so much."

Donna had told me all about that. She hadn't fucked him but the bitch sure gave him a lot of hand jobs! I suddenly had a picture in my head of him pumping cum all over her tits and up on her face with her catching some in her mouth.

"You got a strong woman Shane! And Shane, your wife is one fabulous fuck! When she has that big orgasm her muscular pussy just grabs my dick and squeezes it like a real strong hand. You're a nice guy and you're my best friend Shane and I'm really sorry you're not man enough to feel that big orgasm on your little pecker, but face it Shane, you're never gonna feel it. Ever!"

That hurt! I'd never be man enough to do anything except lay next to her and feel her tremble in ecstasy when a real man fucked her. 

"We are three people with different needs," he said. "You and Donna together meet mine. Donna and I together meet yours. And you and I together meet Donna's. We three fit together like a picture puzzle. That's our partnership Shane."

My God he does make sense! Maybe I don't like it but I can see it.

"If you understand that and accept it then you can be positive about what's happening."

"I understand it better, Roger. But I feel different somehow," I said.

"Of course you feel different because you're changing. And first off," he continued, "I want to help you accept and understand the WAY you're changing and help you develop an optimistic attitude about that."

"Shane, you and I have been very close personal friends and business associates for ten years working together as equals. But now our relationship is changing. Donna doesn't like the word, but you are becoming a submissive cuckold who likes to watch a dominant stud fuck your wife. Well, I AM a dominant stud. And I AM fuckin your wife and you DO like to watch me do it!"




Home Invasion Ch. 03



I dropped my head and looked at the ground as we walked. No way to argue with that! I DID like to watch him do it. I looked at my pecker, still bouncing up and down comically as I walked, and thought that bastard's got me by the balls! And I have no power to challenge him.

"So I'm gonna be fuckin your wife regular Shane," he continued. "And she's gonna spread her legs and enjoy it and you're gonna enjoy watching us fuck. And now you gotta learn to be comfortable with that reality and have positive feelings about it. Because if you fight it and don't accept the fact that you have lost control of your own sex life, you'll get angry."

Shit! Donna said to be gentle telling me what I needed to know. If this is gentle I'd sure hate to see rough.

"Donna sees you as a cuckold," he continued. "Of course she would never ever CALL you a cuckold, but she's starting to TREAT you like one. She's gonna laugh at you when she sees you playing with your peter. She can't help it. You're funny when you do that. And you have to be positive about her laughter, not negative."

Shit! How do I think positive about my wife fuckin another guy and laughing at me playing with my peter? But he's right, I thought, he really is right.

We reached the lakeshore and I stared out at the empty horizon feeling helpless.

He's gonna fuck her and I'm gonna enjoy watching him do it and she's gonna look at me and giggle and getting mad won't change a single thing − not one damn thing. That humiliation brings me sexual pleasure -- and Roger brings Donna the orgasms that she needs − and that bastard enjoys doing it to both of us.

I stood there thinking about what was happening and looked out over the lake. I felt strange. Roger seemed different from the man I had known for years. He seemed to be much bigger than before, and ... and ... he's taking charge of my life!

I looked down at the sand. He's talking in a very friendly way. But he's so damn dominant. He calls it a partnership but there's no doubt that he's the senior partner. He keeps saying he's my best friend but suddenly he's fuckin my wife's brains out and telling me to feel positive about it.

My gut tells me he's raping her just like those two guys did. My house is still being invaded -- only now by my best friend! And he's gonna rape my wife! And just like Monday night my wife will be an eager accomplice to that rape.

My God what's happening to me? I'm helpless. I've got no control over my life. Where did it go? Shit! I'm trembling.

"Look at me Shane. Calm down."

It was almost a command. He's in charge now. It's like when those two guys with sharp knives invaded my house. I'm helpless. Why am I stroking my pecker like a school kid? Why am I so agitated? Why am I trembling?

He stepped closer and put his arm around my shoulder in a firm but loving way. He spoke directly into my ear, in a commanding voice.

"You're having negative thoughts Shane and they're making you angry. That happens when you try to stay in control. Let me help you get rid of them. The way to deal with those negative thoughts is to surrender − just give up control and think about the sex. Think about me fuckin your wife in bed last night. You held her tenderly in your arms but I was the MAN who made her cum."

Suddenly I saw him in my head fucking Donna and I could hear her grunting like an animal and her grunts turned to groans and she started to tremble in my arms enjoying the big orgasm he was giving her. But it was HIM giving her pleasure not me. I was totally powerless and as I had that thought I felt extreme arousal and pleasure flooded my body!

"Ahh Ohh Shit I'm gonna cum," I said and ejaculated into the sand next to his feet.

As the last juice dripped out of me, I looked at his crotch and saw a huge erection bulging in his pants. Dominating me had turned him on! My submissive helplessness had given him an erection.

But he's right! If I give up control and think about him fuckin my wife the bad thoughts will go away. Jesus! I really enjoy watching him fuck her! He talked about other men after him. I don't want that. I want him to keep on fuckin her. I want to keep him happy so he doesn't leave us. I'm gonna do anything he tells me to do. He's in total control − like I've been ... shit! I shouldn't think that way.

He embraced me, held me close and patted me on the back like he was my parent.

Then he spoke softly again into my ear, "We need to talk about cucks Shane."

"This is gonna hurt but we need to do it. Some people think cucks are funny and make jokes about them. One of the girls at the club says it's great to be married to a cuckold because when you cheat on him he doesn't get mad he gets a hard on." 

"Donna has told you about Judge Anderson and I know the girls at the club laugh about him. I enjoy his submissiveness. He's fun. I like cuckolds. But Shane, you're gonna have to adjust in a big way to your new status and develop a positive attitude about it."

He laughed. I got the feeling he might be laughing at me. Shit! He WAS laughing at me. Cuckolds are funny! They're funny to their friends and even -- oh shit -- even to their wives.

"Voyeur cuckolds are special fun for me, of course," he continued, "because I do the wife with her husband watching. And when she loves her husband deeply it's much better. Seeing the love in Donna's eyes for you at the same time I see her lust for me is a real turn on."

Shit! I saw it myself the first time he fucked her. Holding her close I saw both love for me and lust for him in her eyes. It turned ME on then just like it turned him on.

"Now Shane," he said softly, "what's happening is gonna cause you to have doubts about her love for you. But remember, she's not in love with me. Her sexual need for me is NOT love Shane. She loves my dick, not me. YOU are her life's companion. I can never give her what you give her. You saw it today when that fantasy broke down. She can't fuck me when you're not watching because she's fucking me to please you."

"Why are you telling me all of this?" I asked.

"Because I'm you best friend and I care about you. I want to help you understand your own feelings so you will feel supportive and positive and comfortable and happy about me fuckin your wife on a regular basis."

"We have to talk about one particular negative thought Shane," he said almost sympathetically. "It's the most important one and the worst negative thought of all. When you feel like you've lost your power to control your life then you feel like you have been ... well ... all cuckolds feel it. I KNOW you're feeling it right now as we talk about how helpless you are."

Suddenly I knew exactly what he meant. I had thought about it a moment ago but I had been unable to admit it even to myself. But now, after what he'd said, it all unfolded in my head. I felt helpless just like I'd been castrated! Like my wife and my best friend had castrated me. Castrated me so I had no power to stop them from having their fun together.

And shit! Another thought hit me so hard I almost shouted out loud. I had MY fun AFTER they castrated me, because my power to control my wife vanished and I was helpless to stop her from fucking him -- with me watching for MY enjoyment. Three horny people were having a castration fantasy together. Two were fucking and laughing about my impotence and I was watching and trembling as massive waves of helpless humiliation and arousal coursed through my now-impotent body.

When she spreads her legs I don't have the balls to control her and I'm glad that I can't control her because I want to watch her fuck. I'm GLAD I don't have my balls.

My thoughts were interrupted suddenly when Roger started laughing and said, "Oh my God Shane that's funny. You're glad you don't have your balls. That's exactly what it is in the fantasies that all three of us have. All three of us perverts are glad you don't have your balls and two of us are laughing about it while you watch us fuck. Donna is gonna break up when she hears this."

Shit! I'D SAID IT OUT LOUD! How many more of my thoughts had he learned that way? And he was gonna tell Donna and they were gonna laugh. Laugh about me being glad I'd been castrated! And shit! Even thinking about their laughter is giving me sexual excitement this very minute! I'm a God damned pervert!

"Shane," he said, "you're making real progress when you can talk about the ugliest meaning of one of our crazy fantasies and be funny at the same time."

"Glad you lost your balls." He said again. Then he laughed loudly.

And then I laughed with him. What the hell else can you do when you're a cuckold except laugh about it? I FEEL castrated and I feel helpless when it happens and it arouses me at the time but afterwards, thank the Lord, I can laugh about it.

"It's all fantasy of course, but Shane, inside YOUR head you REALLY ARE castrated. I think that's what all cuckolds do to themselves. You have no power over her when you watch her fuck. She wants you to know that she still loves you even though she laughs at you when she sees you sitting there watching her fuck, helpless, without your balls."

"She feels guilty about it afterwards -- very guilty - but it turns her on in her fantasy."

Roger really is my friend, I thought. Yeah, he wants to fuck my wife and he's gonna fuck her big time, but he also wants to help me deal with my feelings about that. This talk has helped me a lot. I'm starting to get comfortable with what I am but I sure have a lot more growing to do. But he's right about one thing: all three of us are perverts!

"No more negative thoughts now?" He asked.

I looked him in the eye and smiled.

"Maybe a few," I said. "But I know how to make 'em go away when they start."

I looked up at that big man, my friend for ten years, and felt grateful for his friendship and for the pleasure he was giving me and my wife. The anger and negative thoughts seemed to melt away as I accepted what I was and the way things were going to be. It was the age-old cuckold's surrender. And then I said it. Something I could never have said when this conversation began.

I thanked him for fucking my wife and for letting me watch him do it. I said he was welcome in her bed whenever he wanted her and I hoped their relationship would be a long one. And as I said these things my humiliation rose and so did my sexual arousal and my erection returned.

He looked down at my stiff pecker and then into my eyes and smiled. It was not the leer one might have expected on the face of a man who had just received an open invitation to fuck the wife of a helpless cuckold. It was the smile of a close friend who understood the genuine gratitude I felt.

He said very softly, "I'm glad you feel that way Shane. You're my best friend and that certainly makes things much easier for me − and knowing you're grateful will increase my pleasure as I enjoy your wife and it will increase your wife's pleasure as she enjoys me. That's what this talk was all about."

He took my arm in a friendly manner, smiled at me, and led me back up the hill. And we talked in a calm and reasonable way about our new relationship. I began to feel very comfortable with the fact that he would be fucking my wife regularly and comfortable with him being the alpha-male.

As we neared the cabin Roger pulled me close, and spoke almost in a whisper. 

"I know you're worrying about your wife. I'm not gonna fuck her and dump her like some horny bitch cheating on her husband. I'm gonna fuck her as much as she wants, for as many years as she wants. But if the time ever comes to end our partnership I promise that when she tells me to leave I'll just walk away and remember the fun that we three had."

Years? Well, he HAS fucked Joanie for four years with the Judge watching. I'll do whatever I have to do to please him and maybe he'll do that for us.

We walked up the steps, and as we went up on the porch he said, "And it WILL be fun Shane, and you'll have your fun watching me get more pussy than I can handle."

"More pussy than you can handle Roger? I'd like to see that," Donna said as she came out the screen door in her robe carrying a tray of drinks. "Were you gentle with my loving hubby?"

She set the tray of drinks on the table and then reached into my robe and felt of my peter. She squeezed it and expressed some residual semen. Rubbing the semen between her thumb and forefinger she sniffed it, showed it to Roger and laughed.

"You got to him, Roger," she said. "You told him what he needed to know and he enjoyed hearing it. You've sure got that dominance thing down real good. Did you tell him everything we talked about?"

"Everything." he said. 

"Everything including ... you know ... the most important thing?"

I knew instantly she was talking about the castration fantasy.

"Everything." he said. "And Shane understands it and he's very glad about it."

"Glad about it?" Donna asked, looking shocked. "Glad about THAT? Oh my God! What did he say?"

Roger walked up close to her and whispered in her ear so softly that I couldn't understand what he said. She burst out in hysterical laughter and kept laughing till she got tears in her eyes. There was only one thing he could have told her that would provoke such a response. I felt glad when I lost my balls!

Turning to me she said, "He surprised you didn't he? Did you thank Roger for telling you the truth about yourself in such a way that just listening to our stud talk gave you an orgasm?"

A sudden wave of cuckolded humiliation swept over my body as she talked about "our stud" and I felt angry. Did she say that to cuckold me? Then I thought about watching that stud pound the pussy I loved and that negative thought went away. I guess I'm not completely there yet. I turned to Roger and thanked him again.

Donna looked at me smiling, "I know he's a bit dominant darling but I'm glad you responded well. Isn't Roger a wonderful dildo? He knows how to please us both. We are lucky to have him in a threesome."

We relaxed and started drinking. I was proud of myself. I was able to have a reasonably normal conversation with my wife and my best friend who had fucked each other five times in twenty-four hours and planned to keep on fuckin regularly. I talked almost normally to them for half an hour before Roger got up to leave.

We walked out to his car to say goodbye. Roger was dressed but Donna and I were in our robes. The kiss he gave Donna was returned warmly. She sucked his tongue and he moved his hands under her robe and massaged her ass. Then he dropped the robe off her shoulders, stepped back, and looked at her, as she stood stark naked in the afternoon sunlight on the public road in front of our cabin.

I quickly looked both ways to be sure no cars were coming. He took her naked body in his arms and she moaned as he ran his large hands over her soft tits and full ass and her whole body. She trembled with pleasure as he caressed her large breasts and fingered her curly haired beaver. I could see her arousal mounting and I realized her trembling body was his for the taking whenever he wished. 

This was what they had done all last summer every time they were alone together, except that he had been naked too and she had been stroking his engorged cock. The cock that now gave him ownership of my wife's body. He looked over at me and smiled as he caressed her ass. It was the smile of a new owner.

Holding her close, her ass in his two large hands, he looked at me and said, "Thanks old buddy for your hospitality. Your wife and I enjoyed each other very much and I'm glad you enjoyed seeing us do it. We're a partnership now."

"Yes Roger, we're a partnership." I agreed, no longer resenting the fact that he was the senior partner.

He released her, almost having to push her eager body away as he opened the car door. 

He got in the car and grinned at me. "Thanks again Shane. I'll see you two Thursday." 

"Have that sweet thing user-friendly baby," he said looking down at her pussy.

"It will be VERY user-friendly Roger," Donna said with a broad smile, reaching down and patting her thick, curly haired beaver.

Roger closed the door and drove away. Donna watched till his car disappeared round a bend in the road. Then she turned slowly and walked back along the path buck-naked. I looked at her forty-year-old ass jiggling in the bright sunlight as she walked toward the cabin. I shared ownership of that cabin with Roger and I suddenly realized that now I also shared ownership of that beautiful ass as well. 

I picked up her robe and followed her, glancing back to be sure no cars were approaching. Yeah, I thought, that eager pussy is gonna be very user-friendly next Thursday. I felt a thrill in my groin. It will be fun to watch him enjoy it.

As we entered the cabin she said, "I didn't mean to make a fool of myself out there but it's those damn hands. He owns my body when he does that. The bastard got me so horny that he could have bent me over and done me doggie on that public road in broad daylight."

I removed my robe and mixed both of us a Bloody Mary and we went out to the porch to sit in the warm sun and look at the lake. The leaves were falling now with every gust of wind and soon it would be winter. I could see her love for me in her eyes.

"This afternoon was very important to you wasn't it?" I said.

"Yes it was," she replied.

"You and Roger talked over what he was supposed to tell me?" I asked.

She looked down at the floor and I saw tears in her eyes. She was very emotional about what was happening to us.

"Yes we did. Very carefully! I know some of it was tough for you to hear. But it was your first time and you needed to hear it and I couldn't tell you or even listen when he told you. Do you understand why?"

"I understand," I said, recalling all the humiliating things Roger and I had talked about as I struggled to come to grips with my newfound pleasure.

"Do you feel better now about what's happening?" She asked.

"Yes I do," I said. "And I can even laugh about some of it." 

Then remembering my talk I said, "You really need Roger don't you?"

"Need him? I like to fuck him Shane. I really do like to fuck him. But you're the man I need. I suppose we could find someone else to satisfy your desire to watch me fuck. That kid with the short dick did that."

The kid with the short dick? Shit! He had at least eight inches. But he couldn't bottom out, so I guess she thought it was short. Jesus! My wife has high standards. What must she think of my little five-incher?" 

Then she continued, "But it would be very hard to find another guy built like Roger to give me the kind of orgasms I enjoy. But Shane I need YOU. The Big O is just one part of my sexual pleasure and I need you for all the rest."

She looked off in the distance and seemed to be thinking about something.

"What are you thinking," I asked.

She reached over to me and placed her hand tenderly against my cheek.

"I'm thinking about you," she said.

She looked lovingly into my eyes and said, "You are my life's companion my dearest husband and Roger can never give me that. Roger satisfies only ONE of my many sexual needs in a way you cannot. I went without it for twenty wonderful years loving you and I can go without it again if I have to, because you satisfy all my other needs better than he can. I'll use him as a special treat only as long as you let me."

We sat silently for almost a full minute.

Then I tried, haltingly, to explain some of the things that Roger and I had talked about. She listened and nodded her understanding from time to time. Occasionally she smiled and several times she chuckled. Then she spoke out very seriously in a way that made a lot of sense to me.

"I'm not saying that stuff is wrong Shane. It's just a lot more psychology than I think is necessary − more psychology than I want to bother with. What we're talking about here is fucking. We enjoy fucking each other. Sometimes you enjoy watching me fuck somebody else and that's okay with me. And when that somebody else can give me the Big O it's a lot better than just okay."




Home Invasion Ch. 03



"Inside every woman Shane there's a whore waiting to get out and have her fun. Most men are too selfish to let that happen, but a few generous husbands like you let that whore out and have their fun with her. But what it boils down to Shane is fucking − enjoying sex and not getting hung up on what your sexual desires are. Not feeling bad or guilty about 'em. Different strokes for different folks."

Then she said with a chuckle, "And darling, it's only ONE night a week."

"Will that be enough for you?" I asked, chuckling with her.

"The question is will it be enough for Roger," she said laughing.

"I don't want to lose him Donna," I said seriously. "I really like to watch. I want to treat him nice and keep him. I want him to get all the pussy he can handle."

She grinned at me and reached down and patted her beaver.

"Trust me baby," she said slowly in her sexiest voice. "I really want to keep fuckin that big bastard. Your good buddy Roger Adler is gonna get as much of your loving wife's pussy as he can handle. And every piece is gonna be personalized and user-friendly. And you're gonna watch it happen, up close and pounding your peter, no matter how many days a week it takes. And early on Shane, I think he'll want a lot more pussy than he can get in one night a week. You know how guys are with new pussy."

As she talked I felt my dick rise up in a throbbing erection. She was fingering the thick curly hair of her beaver and I could see her clitoris rock hard and standing out like a lead pencil. She looked at my dick and then down at her clit and chuckled.

"He affects both of us the same way darling. I wanna fuck that big bastard as much as you wanna watch me do it."

I was trembling with arousal as I spoke.

"If he's as horny as I think he is, Donna," I said, "you're gonna be spreading those lovely legs a lot. He fucked you five times during this one day visit."

"Yeah and I could spread 'em again this very minute for number six, darling," she said fingering her clit. "Your wife has a peter-hungry pussy. This pussy's been starved for two years and it'll take months for her to catch up on what she's missed. And I expect yeoman service from that little pecker of yours too."

"And darling," she added, "always remember to thank him, every time he comes over to fuck me. It's good for his ego."

"Jesus!" I shouted angrily. "He's drinking my scotch and fuckin my wife and he needs me to thank him to build up his God damned ego?"

Donna laughed loudly and then giggled suggestively. "He's our dildo honey. We want to keep him coming back."

"You mean I should just walk up to him man to man and say, 'Thank you for fucking my wife' every time he leaves?"

She giggled again and said, "Well ... honey ... it's not exactly ... ah ... man to man, is it? It's more like ... well, you know ... I don't like that word."

"Just SAY it one time Donna. Let me hear you say it," I said.

She giggled again, looked me in the eye, and said vigorously, "Face it Shane. It ain't man to man. It's cuckold to stud!"

Then she laughed and then laughed some more until she had tears in her eyes.

Damn! The way she spit out that word "cuckold" grabbed me in the groin and I looked down to see if I still had my balls.

"If you don't like that word why are you laughing so much?" I asked.

"I didn't say the word wasn't funny darling. I just said I didn't like it."

Then she laughed again and said, "But please thank him privately. I don't want to laugh out loud when I hear you do it. The thought of one guy saying that to another guy just breaks me up. But the Judge always does it and Roger says he likes to hear it. So please do it."

Shit! I thought. If she wants me to do it I guess I'll have to, but the grin on that big bastard's face when I say it is gonna be hard to take.

We sat and watched the leaves fall for several minutes but then she had a new thought and got a look of concern on her face. She spoke to me in a very serious tone of voice.

"But there was something I didn't understand about that failed fantasy fuck."

"Tell me what it was darling," I asked.

"Today in that fantasy, I don't remember what he said to me, only the sudden feeling that you were not there which ended the whole thing for me. You heard him. What did he say to me? What did I say to him?"

"He was gentle and loving and you responded lovingly," I said.

She looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Lovingly? What do you mean by that?"

"He was telling you he loved you and trying to get you to say you loved him too. But then you woke up."

"The bastard!" She said. "I knew it! He does that to Joanie. She and the Judge have been married for twenty years and they are very much in love. Roger gives her one of those love fucks and she just goes wild and tells him how much she loves him with the Judge listening. Joanie is crazy about the love fuck but hates what it does to her husband."

"It's like kicking the Judge in the balls, but the humiliation of hearing his wife make love to another man really turns him on. He wacks off till his little five-inch peter is black and blue. And today that bastard tried to make ME say I loved him!"

I tried to ignore her reference to a little five-inch peter, chuckled, and reached over for her hand.

"But you woke up," I said. "He got you close but you weren't quite there."

"It pisses me off that he was trying to kick you in the balls."

"Don't worry about him kicking me in the balls honey." I said. "Trust me. When that big bastard is making the woman I love grunt like a whore, my balls are very hard to find."

I was rewarded for my cleverness by a burst of shrill laughter and I knew she was remembering what Roger told her on the porch about me being glad my balls were gone.

I laughed with her and then we sat in silence for several more minutes watching the leaves fall and thinking about our new lifestyle. 

Then I asked softly, "Do you fantasize that you are castrating me?"

She thought for a moment and then said frankly, "In my fantasy, I don't castrate you. I don't know who does that."

Then she chuckled, "Maybe you castrate yourself. Oh shit! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Jesus! Roger had said exactly that! Maybe I do. Maybe all cuckolds do.

She thought a moment more and then said, "It's very strange! You just seem to be that way the moment I spread my legs for another guy and you don't try to stop me. A castrated man has no power over his woman. He can only watch helplessly as the woman he loves enjoys another man. That is a very erotic thought for me because I know how much you enjoy watching me fuck. So I look at you and you're castrated − your balls are gone and I'm glad."

She said it very seriously but suddenly she chuckled and then started laughing and I knew she was remembering what Roger told her on the porch. 

"Maybe in the future," she said, "I ought to think that your balls are gone and we're BOTH glad."

Her laugh got louder and I joined in. Shit! We're both perverts! I wonder if other couples do this kind of crazy stuff?

When our laughter died down I asked, "When you look back at me and grin and wink when you start to fuck, are you thinking the same thing?"

"Oh No. I'm seeing the fun you're having watching. And I'm trying to say to you that I hope you enjoy watching me fuck as much as I enjoy fucking -- like we're a COUPLE both enjoying sex together."

Shit! I was watching her fuck another guy and WE were a couple enjoying sex together. That guy was sorta like a dildo for both me and her. I wonder if that's what she meant?

I looked at her seriously and said, "Well darling I do enjoy it with you. We're a couple enjoying the same dildo."

With that she burst out laughing again and this time nodding her head rapidly.

"That's it. That's EXACTLY what it is. You've just explained to me why I started calling Roger a dildo. I never thought of it that way before. But it is! Two lovers enjoying the same dildo!"

I was turning on with her talk about Roger and especially her sexy laughter. My peter got hard again and stuck straight up. One thing about being naked, it's hard to hide your emotions.

She looked at my dick and giggled. "You're little dick is getting hard again."

"Dammit!" I said. Why do you keep calling it my LITTLE dick?"

Again she burst out in laughter. She was really having fun with our new relationship and it made her seem younger − almost like a giggling teenager. Then pulling herself together, she paused a moment in thought.

"Okay baby," she said, "I do it for three reasons. First, 'little' is a term of endearment and I love your dick. Second, every time I say it you get the funniest expression on your face. And third, I say it to prove my love for you."

"Okay, I understand the first two - endearment and kidding me - but how the hell does calling my dick LITTLE prove your love for me?"

"It's simple darling," she said. "Any woman who can lust after a five-inch dick is most certainly deeply in love."

"YOU BITCH!" I yelled. "THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"

"It is to me darling. Now it's my turn," she said. "Let me ask YOU a question and I want an honest answer."

"Okay I'll give you an honest answer," I said.

"It might embarrass you," she warned.

"Embarrass away my darling. Nothing could be more embarrassing than watching a heavy-hung stud bang my wife like a drum for the past twenty-four hours."

She smiled and said, "Are you sure about that? My question is what was your fantasy Monday night when I was giving you a hand job and whispering in your ear. In your fantasy you saw me fucking someone? WHO was it?"

It hit me like a truck! I'd seen Roger Adler fucking her on the beach in my fantasy. Shit! Why is she asking me this? Because she planted him in my head? But she didn't plant HIM -- she only described a big uncircumcised cock! I had thought about that cock and then I imagined her fucking Roger.

I sat there stunned. I can't say that. I ... I ... just can't!

She smiled at me as though she could read my thoughts.

Then she giggled and asked, "You thought fucking him was MY idea because I invited him up here Tuesday. But which one of us had the idea of me fuckin Roger on Monday? Who thought of him first?"

"You put him in my head you bitch!" I shouted.

"No darling. I only put a big dick in your head. You're the one that figured out who you wanted that dick to belong to."

How the hell does she know what's in my head I asked myself? The answer popped up quickly: Twenty years of loving me.

She stood up and walked slowly over to me, reached down, and fondled my testicles.

"They're back," she said with a giggle. "And I'm glad. It's only in fantasy that I need 'em gone. In real life I need 'em here. They're here now so let's put 'em to work."

Then she grabbed my dick like a handle, and pulled me toward the bedroom. She had pulled Roger the same way last night but he had a much larger handle than I did.

"It's bedtime somewhere," she said, looking out at the sun. "Lets go to bed and fuck."

She led me to our bed, laid down, spread her legs and pulled me on top of her. 

"You won't need any lube baby because I been wanting to do this ever since Roger left. Think of this as a thank-you-fuck. Thank you for coming back into my life and thank you for joining me in my perverted sex − those fantasies that I never knew I had before you showed them to me."

Then she kissed me on the lips and said, "Plug that thing in and start with a loving marital fuck. I want to fuck my husband first -- the man I love. Then I want you to fuck me like your personal whore -- you called me that last night if you remember."

I followed her instructions and we began a slow loving fuck -- a marital fuck as she called it. As I enjoyed her body I realized that there were many different ways to fuck a woman. Like a loving wife, like a horny bitch, like a whore, like someone else's wife. Shit! That might be fun. I wonder if Sarah feels neglected?

Then a nagging question popped up in my head. You shouldn't ask this I told myself but I couldn't resist the temptation.

"So you really do love me and not Roger?" I asked, continuing our marital fuck.

"Am I in love with Roger?" She said in her loud office manager voice. "Jesus baby! Don't get our perverted fantasies mixed up with our real life. I'm in love with his DICK. But baby YOU'RE the MAN I love."

She pulled me closer and we fucked gently as she continued talking in a soft, loving voice.

"Would Roger have saved that confused girl in college? Would he have married that silly girl and given her two beautiful children and a wonderful life together? Would he have been faithful to ONE woman for TWENTY years? Would he have sacrificed himself to save a son that everyone else gave up on? No way baby! YOU did all that and much, much more."

Then she said harshly, "And what was that ungrateful bitch doing while her husband almost destroyed himself to save her son? Did she try to help him? Did she try to understand him? Hell no! She was off swapping hand jobs with his best friend because she couldn't resist a ten-inch cock! And then, the man she betrayed offered her loving forgiveness."

"You're the man I love baby and don't you ever forget it! And if you ever doubt me and want to test what I say, just go out and find me a guy who has an ELEVEN-inch cock and then watch Roger Adler become history!"

We continued to fuck and she looked off to the side as though thinking about her answer and finally said, "Even if you don't doubt me, please feel free to look for a guy with an eleven-inch cock."

We both laughed together like lovers. And I knew we were both thinking about a dildo larger than the one we were gonna enjoy in our fantasies next Thursday night.

She squeezed my chest tightly and said, "Now let me get my damn clit where it belongs and spread my legs wider so you can pound me like a whore and when we cum we'll run down to the lake and wash off our juices and I can start supper like a proper wife. Then we can go to bed and fuck again. Then we'll go to sleep thinking about a weekend of you fucking my brains out. You're BACK baby and I need you."

She positioned her clit on my pubic bone and started to pump her ass with enthusiasm. I was a very lucky man or lucky cuckold or lucky pervert or a lucky something!